I hoped the decades of absence
would provide a refuge.
The box I came out of is the one
they place as my boundaries.
I hear their laughter;
their ridicule from miles away.
my tempered rage will create an incision
for me to remove their doubt.
Maybe not.
These trivalent games
I no longer want to play.
There is nothing for me to barter;
things are irrelevant to the moment.
I have something the universe wants,
something I must give away.
Maybe then,
I can get a good night’s sleep.