Sewn Up Tight

Let us find dependable dependencies,
self-resourced and admirable,
worthy causes and homeless pets
and legally purchased sedation,
like adults do.

Let us need nothing:
not flesh, comfort or sanctuary.
Let us require no magic words
to make the days’ dawn rosy-hued
and the nights less solitary.
Let us sleep the sleep
of the sated and the smug.

Let us be sunny islands,
proud of our jaws set firm
in the face of the storm,
stony-faced against the tide
and efficient in the clean-up
of the aftermath.

And we shall owe no debt
of foul-tasting gratitude,
break our hearts against
no ancient stones.
We shall be entirely free
of everything but our solitude,
and lack for nothing.