“Shaken, Not Stirred/(Ed: Therapist Notes)/The Men” (freestyle prose)

Mr. Wonderful or Mr. Toxic; never been good at sticking to one box. It’s not lost on me then, to defy logic and common sense. Myriad magnificent nights spent; melodies with…I think her name was Stephanie; maybe a Melanie-maybe knowing that I love the feeling of warmth; also, knowing the empty feeling, where it should be comforting.

Celibacy and therapy, on line 1. The Most High sees something in me.

Had to put this in a separate paragraph; so not as to blasphème, strictly for clarity…That’s that dig bick energy.

And you master self. And I see him, beaming. Low lights, so you just see me and the jersey; the place where the rafters be.

Waving goodbye.

(And check out the “Shaken, Not Stirred (Pt. 2)playlist, on Tidal)