Someone Else’s Noise

My fictional mother said to me—she said, “Find you a man
That does nothing and is content with it, because then
You can do whatever you want with your life unquestioningly, and when you change

Your interests or are in
A bad mood and don’t love him anymore—for remember

My baby: it is always contingent—then it will not

Matter, and it will allow you both to live in peace, potentially.”
The moral I took from my fictional mother

And sexual orientation is that we can make up
Whatever we want that helps, and that there seems
To be something
About the words moving down the lines

At the right time (it could have really
Been the next) and that it is tough
To experience the world absolutely as your own
When you are transfixed in finding it
In someone else’s noise.