Love Improv
We digest any feeling except longing.
Pining-sick-gerbera. Fleeting-electric-starters.
Why do beautiful things come from complicated
places, who’re then held rough in ownership
by men, spun of the air who spit in the face of gravity.
The him’s fascist gaze, narrow and demanding
like beams from lighthouses. Not texting back
is holding something for myself.
Fisting-eager-sinew. Bulbs-spring-potential.
Words flee my mouth towards safety.
Jaymz Lea (he/they) is a queer human, playing with words for the joyful jostle. They are a mental health professional, academic and poet. They are chewing on this new permission to write about human phantasies at the edges – those othered, outed and ousted. He is also an excitable nature geek.