type

Last year I wrote a piece about my "types"

And its still not,

set in stone

But what I can say

Is if you have pain,

A place where the world has sucker punched you

Left you with a chipped tooth

and a crooked smile

If you can smirk at your own disaster

because there's nothing more beautiful

than the ability to rebuild.

Than I already love you

all of you.

I have loved women with sirens in their voices.

Who have wrapped their insides

In barbed wire

stood up straight and smiled a wicked smile.

And late at night

Or mid afternoon

You can see

The spots where that wire comes through

And maybe they'll let me in

And maybe they won't

But I loved them all the same.

Like a sucker with a puppy for a heart

He can't help his nature,

He's going to chase you

And like skinned knees,

Its probably gonna hurt.

Its the nature of things.

Or to the soldier who came back

with another armies metal in his legs,

But still had the strength to tell me

He's probably more queer

Than anybody knows.

And to say that was scarier

Than any war zone he'd ever seen.