I'd Rather Live Like

we do not go days

without words

ours an immediate,

spontaneous combustion

fueled by rubbish from

internal basements

the windows are open;

our neighbors hear,

we wrestle on
shamelessly, inevitably

rage rests painful
in our throats, our
anger a shift in plates

that can no longer

bear the strain

we push into it,
armed, fierce;
our separate truths
skewed, accurate,
faulty, telling

we emerge
spent warriors
who seek peace

washed clean;
reconcilled,
unshakeable