you try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself
to make yourself forget…
– Counting Crows
i.
-sieve.
it’s a sieve. it leaves
behind the ashes and
brings the fire. it stills;
it st(r)ains.
ii.
sword.
it’s a sword. it’s an s
word you can’t say out
loud, but can slash to
page. it can
fight.
iii.
smudge
yourself
sane.
iv.
it’s mightier.
it’s mighty her.
v.
hold a quill
(unstill)
and breathe the sky,
and you can fly.
vi.
ink.
(s)ink.
(bl)ink.
(th)ink.
(dr)ink
(in your own sweet song).
vii.
a pen has been
at every declaration,
independence
or otherwise.
viii.
even
(the odd-ities of)
mine.
ix.
just ask that moon, who
marks my words indelible,
turns them to cold stone.
she knows things. she sings.
x.
marks the spot.
sign
(sigh)
right here on this
dotted
(knotted)
line.
xi.
all business.
all be is ’ness.
all be you, silliness.
all be you, sigh ness.
xii.
O, pen.
we who wield
have a penchant for these:
craving
chasing
{embracing}
killing
trees.
……………………….xiii.
……………………….once upon a tum
……………………….-bled time, a girl swirled her
……………………….self in indigo, and (un)wound
……………………….her way back to the
……………………………………………………sun.
..
.{After Wallace Stevens}
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