free
that's all
free like a prayer or something
like a song you wanna sing or over and over again when you are little
so that the words smush together
and you are singing gummy syllables that sound good to you
as you ride in the back of the car
free like something like that
free like not remembering what happened yesterday
free like i don't know
free like not really caring if this is a good poem
or a poem at all
free like halfway caring if i want to
free like not looking in the mirror for how i will look
free like something
free like a trope running all over the place
free like a boy
free like a boy
free like a boy
free like a girl
who has doubled herself over wondering if she's free
free like that free
free like throw-up which is really free
free like thinking shoot, i don't want to do that anymore
free like writing a poem you need to write to yourself
free like saying the words
free like stomping your foot in church or in the davison rare books room while looking at rare books
free like looking yourself in the mirror and thinking shoot i'm pretty, even though
free like, thinking
free like writing free like over and over again
free like taking up all the space
free like not looking down when you come in the room and your paper is late
free like hating someone simply because you love them
free like not caring about the academic and whether this or that was a sick sad love poem
that everybody has ever written
that will never be good
because so many people were only trying to let go of something
free like that crafty uncrafty love poem, yeah that love poem
of half spoken syllables and smeared like spit slick lips
which people will always write, and which will always help people
free like that poem, which is of people
free like .. breath
free like fuck!
free like walking
free like sitting with yourself silently after something
happens to you or you have happened something to yourself, and
remembering something good about yourself you need to remember, which you could
if you choose to then, forget
echoing something inside your ribs, as you hold yourself with arms or not,
something ok
just something ok
that's all being free is
today it seems
what is being free tomorrow
No comments:
Post a Comment