Know Me Here

Know me

here.

At the clean

wooden

bar that spins

my heart

clean.

The clean

of a white

sheet dancing

in the 

august heat.

My ageless

legs

hold

the air

as I spin

my body

into

a spiders

web of glass

and silk. 

Understand

that my past

makes

me spin

but 

my

courage

holds it. 

Every

fucking 

time. 

So I ask

of you,

Know me

here.