Regarding People

I like people

with no hands

shapeless eyes

and rounded hearts.

I like word-spillers,

love-curators,

faceful somebodies

I like people who confuse me

yet don’t speak in blurred lines

and do not antagonize clarity

I like people with supreme wit

that is clever while unmarginalizing,

the superheroes of humor

who are truly just everyday folks

I like girls almost always

I like boys with no hands

who “tell it as it is”

meaning,

they don’t speak

rather, listen

so the others may tell it as it is

I like everyone in between almost always

I like people

who give me truth

their truth,

who call me out when need be

who go

AH! AH!

when they touch the stovetop

I like people who fuck up outrageously

I like people who don’t stick landings,

I like people who pretend to stick landings

I like people who convince me they stick their landings

I like people who never wanna come down,

I like people

with no hands

shapeless eyes

and rounded hearts,

reactors,

speaking in vicious cyclicality

I like people who feel in extremity, complexity,

so I guess I like all people

until they disturb the honesty of my own self and others-

colonizing our truths

I oddly sympathize for the colonizers,

for all that beauty they lose in the process