walk out

If justice is love in public

than the inverse must also be true

that love is justice in private

that abstraction felt desirous.

to you, I desire to be just.

and what do we make this for?

sometimes I've wondered this month.

these things you say to me,

these chunks of time we made,

they are too beautiful to make in the streets.

the pain of the privileges of any one body:

I can tell you but I cannot share this with you

or if I can share, I am still the one handing. I can only pass out, down.

and so, what do we live a private life for?

today I ask twice over.

why do this thing that causes me pain?

why fight this battle that I could do without?

when

it is more important,

that there is

so much injustice in public

than that there is

so much unlove in me.