inflection point

 inflection point 


infect me with your biggest shortcoming 

in fact, my nose is clear even in this weather

whether you can tell my vices from my wisest lies

is a story 

full of love but empty anyway, i clear my throat 

because i still love the people i know i wish i did not 


impish impulses imply ammunition – come, 

expedite the decay of this hole

ignore my stupid heart trying to heal everything

kneel into the loveless elbow of the river – do you even know the word for the warm skin between your chin and your throat in your own language? your funny bone? for the little piece of the bone in your foot you’ve broken ever since a child?


cradle me like a napkin: i’m weak to sandwiches named after girls

groove like this is our bedroom: the vibe is that we don’t talk about it

shakily whisper beside me: i have bags & bags of clarity now 


a wish, a little like the name of the parents of everyone i know,

scribbled into my notepad for a reason beyond ur mom jokes

and for a desire that doesn’t end up with me brushing my teeth,

laughing at the mirror 


 i realized that the thing crawling on back all these years was forgiveness

years and years of hating something beyond me, it transformed into something inside of me

bacne might not mean much but it’s on me:

on me like the kindless art that is her shaky whisper

on me like bags and bags of clarity: it’s clear to me

on me like the disbelief of having made myself into a poem 


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