remember when the act of breaking rules was calculated, cold, how far could you push
and how much you could get away with?
then somewhere it switched and you didn’t realize you were breaking rules,
what you were doing was wrong, and when they yelled slurs at you
confusion wasn’t the only thing on your mind.
and then it was something familiar, breaking rules because that was the
only thing you knew how to do.
that’s when you paused, exhaled, and started living.
