"...english isn't a good language
to express emotion through
mostly i imagine because people
try to speak english instead
of trying to speak through it...."
-Nikki Giovanni
We both sat under wing of safety
looked in
and found each other
but you
ventured out first,
came in to me,
and now, together, we look
out,
and these days, I can't get my mind
anywhere but you
and I don't much care
because
even when everything else
is shitty,
and I can't pluck
all these flapping words
for anything
and the calls come as fast
as the cliches
and the tears
surprise me as much as the sight of you
standing, unruffled in the kitchen
and I'm helpless,
so huffy,
and my voice
does just what I don't want it to,
I know
it will
all be better
when you come home.
And I am rushing through the day-
maybe, for that moment-
doing this
instead of that-
satisfying what?
Waiting watched wavering
between too much
and too little.
I want to sing,
face you, inch closer.
I want to see me through your eyes
see you
through
your eyes.
I want to rhyme,
to invert,
and go out
into the world
with you like a kitschy
love song
chirping in my head,
your persuasion perched
on my shoulder.
I want you to sweet talk
me out
of my suspicion and translate
all I'm sick
of speaking of.
I want your hands as warm as coffee
in the morning, to stay in bed all day
and keep me safe,
and to just be me
with you and
you
be
you.
I'll go in even when I'm afraid,
I'll go in breathing in and out, slow
like you're standing in our kitchen
and I'll nest
where you do
and turn in and out, softened
and turn in and out
what is in and out of me
so I am ready.
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