And I Call Myself A Writer

I feel like smashing my face through the window,
like grazing the shattered edges with the tip of my finger,
like cutting myself down the middle to find defective parts,
like yelling until my throat bursts and the right words leak out.

I feel like stomping my foot through the roof,
like licking the concrete and brick as it tumbles onto my body,
like falling feet first into the sky,
like orbiting a black hole
Even the weirdos don’t get me.

I grip the tail end of a word and feel it warm in my hands
I almost take it to its sweet release but!
There it goes through the window, slithering away like a silk worm.

@Jackie

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