Hard Soap

As our congruent bubbles stretch further apart
and their béchamel strands seem the painful tenacity
of one piece of lasagna lifted out of the dish
bidding farewell to the next,

it does no good to fret about what our

active participation may look like again, 

we enjoy barriers, we might possibly enjoy this even, 

and it was always easy to mischaracterise

the tenor of a text, so best to assume there will be

no such thing as bouncing back and that freedom

is mainly concerned with unleashing frustration in others

onto ourselves.