All my clocks
lack second hands.
I ripped them off – one by one –
piling them up just outside my doorstep,
yet their numbers continue growing.
Little ticks disarm the things
on which my mind best fixates:
the inconsistent coffee drip,
the rhythm of his hips.
Entire worlds imagined
and since forgotten. First dose:
facts are facts regardless of the reality desired.
Second dose: if a tree falls in a forest,
Taylor is a poet, drag queen, and executive assistant who lives in Washington, D.C. You can find their work online at Potluck Magazine and on Instagram @BookOfTaylor16.