silence and I have a dance
we sway in and out of lanes
tapping our feet to our own ryrhmn
no one hears. we spill out extreme
parts of ourselves to random listeners.
the ones that don’t ask
any questions. didn’t you know
that curiosity killed the cat? i believe
in adages and saints. ‘Tis my foul
play and innocent coquettish way
of making men swerve their wheel.
i dropped my poems along your bank,
did you step on them?
guard them from the rain? or
disregard my blankets of faith?
i know how good girls go bad
and bad girls want to be good.
sirs and misters surround me
while i run to rivers to meet
my ocean. only 10 more months
until my poetry book is out
and I’ll be on coffee tables again.
bring the metaxa, bulleit bourbon
jack honey, it’s never been
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