Though if I’d only known There was the last time I’d view you Through those old eyes of mineThen I’d have held gaze for longer.Though a double you may one day seeThat’s not me. Sorry (not sorry). Continue reading Doppelgänger by Scott Moncrieff
A knapsack, the toolkit, and no mapI’ve walked this path beforeEven if it’s different each trip.The journey again mandatorySurgically precise from muscle memory. What they don’t tell you thoughThat little piece of youThat part you have to cut awayIt never really comes back, you know?And there’s a little less left every time. Continue reading The Toolkit by Scott Moncrieff
Apropos of nada, I tweeted about the same shit earlier… “Let’s keep this one hundred. The ‘best’ in me comes from my femininity. The ‘man’ in me is there to protect me and others from that very same ‘man’ in others.” Continue reading Best Man by Scott Moncrieff
