love poem for straight lines

1. i choose to be a bullet / i assert that i am a shot / yes, i know beauty
   as a long sharp track / yes, i summon the wind to phantom

2. i choose to be a sequence / i assert that i am a math / yes, i know beauty
   as a neat tight grid / yes, i drain blood from my own blood

3. i choose to be a man / i assert that i am a man / yes, i know beauty
   as a dark femme son / yes, i smile into these razors