a poem a day: day five
"with every moment, I am being asked: can I receive this love? can I let it in?"
this poem is
untitled
a world between worlds
a tidal wave
a storm
the imagery is
disgruntled
she seeks not to be understood, but be felt
I have often experienced myself as being
better-expressed in words than
anything else can do justice to
it’s as if I have an urge to
make elaborate shapes with my body
not to test its edges but explore its most natural remit
and share it
with innocence
I love my rage, my heart, my soul, my fire
my presence, my grace
I love my art, and the way I share it
here
I love these poems that stretch the bounds of
language & rhythm & flow in
ways that just feel good for me
I love making the most of my
[lack of] English degree
I love perverting the course of
expectation
I love embodying
provocation
I love sinking into the depths of my own dissonance
and finding harmony there
god, there is so much beauty here
God, you are so good to me
she loves me, she loves me not
except she loves me, and I love her too
and let’s take out
the clean-cut predictability of she
let’s make this beautiful & messy & complete
let’s make this
a symphony & cacophony
at the same time
let’s make this
mine, and also yours
I love you always forever
over & out