Fate, your palms are as big as my face
gripping my jaw and squeezing my cheeks inwards so tightly towards a tomorrow I’ll never like
and though the river of time flows both ways
I can’t keep living a life that’s not of my choice
I need to soften its grip off my squinting eyes, jawline,
and tired mind
I need to make use of my truth, my present, and my own wild ride
if there’s a tomorrow I don’t want
then there’s a yesterday to bottle
and a today left— for those who yearn to change
don’t belittle, forget, or accept your nowness
and never mind how much your heart is grasped towards the theory of it - we both know
a life after this isn’t promised
so just make new,
make do,
make love, and live on - no more.