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Oh, What I Would Let You Do to My Journal.

I want my words
in bed
with your rods and cones.

I’m a young gun,
but I can rhyme some sounds
and I am down to go down on
some extended metaphor.

I want you
to open wide
your eyes
and I’ll do mine
and we’ll read each other
and scream things.

I want discursivity
and your fluidity
and your phenomenology
and ontology
on top of me.

Let’s talk.

Let’s have a
about your form,
‘cause it piques me, honey bee.

Get me off
this screen.
I’d love to be
between your sheets,
wet with ink.

Let’s alliterate a lot
and let lyrics lick little
liminal spaces lightly.

Let’s write each other letters and seal them with kisses then tear off the envelopes with the hunger of younger lovers.

Let’s let go.


Through, and between as
Well as a round walls
The traveling sound
(Sounds (and resounds))

It is certainly not
A silence, but a voice
Bouncing around, singing in
Side & outside one “brain”

It is not a voice saying
Per se, but a per son
Voicing – a daughter?
An opinion – a stance (seated)

That “nonsense is exactly
Nonjibberish” – “there
Lies a distinction” or “hear
Lies a distinct unction”

Hard to hear a soft
Yellow bellowing read
Aloud from so quietly far
Across the red hallway walls

The Answer

You wanted to ask God
A simple question

Looking at a white hospital ceiling
While your daughter is downstairs
Getting a snack

You could not have known it
At the time, that experience
Is the language of celestials

Looking at a white hospital ceiling
You will die this way
And it will hurt, but not very long

“Give me ten minutes,”
She presses your hand
You could not have known it
At the time

The panic begins as your
Heart fails and you remember
You wanted to ask God
A simple question

Did you think you could withstand
The heartbreak that comes
With learning everything?

You wanted to ask God
A simple question
Why force us to exist?

And Her answer came
In the form
Of your entire life