If it’s not one thing, it’s the another

But people come to me

Into my sacred space

To let go

To be at peace

Away from politics

Conspiracy

Death and taxes

Those are the things

We don’t talk about

That much anyway

Kind of like sex

Every one

Believe it or not

Got here because of

The simple act of sex

Maybe it was love making

Maybe it was not

We don’t talk much about it

Not really at all

It’s one of those things

Like politics and conspiracy

That brings out the ugly in some people

The raw beauty in others

The truth and the feelings

So different for everybody

There’s just a few things

We know for sure

Everybody has to pay taxes

Everybody is going to die someday

Sex created everybody

Politics will change

Conspiracy has been around since heaven knows when

Whether we talk about it

Ignore it

Gloss over it

Truth of the matter is

It is what it is

Becomes what we make of it

Just like sex is.

👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead

7 34 a.m. 7.22.20