Clarity

calm
centered
no longer crying

clear eyes
clear head
clear path
at least for now

as for you, my
coterie of suitors
persistent in your courtship,
i’ll talk with you
i’ll write to you
i’ll even flirt
(oh, i love to flirt)
but i won’t play with you.

someday maybe.
but not now.
i can’t now.
i don’t want to now.

i own myself.
i set my own bedtime.
i choose my own panties.
i obey my own orders.
and i’m bound to the truth.

[with thanks to Motorcycle Man, for being
kind and funny and understanding, and
showing me how cute i look in a leather collar,
and for helping me to see.]