But consider our vibrant bass for details,
The drums on the mass – on the rush – of emotion
This lust for threading needles through the story
For the chance to recognize what we can’t argue with
Again. How we’ve been socialized to respect fear
to be responsible for the corner, for a place
to store your words. Pay no good reason.
Not to ask ourselves what they really are,
Make us only a scratch. So. This is your thing:
The strength of the ways you employ names.
How the prize behind the door
Will be a bell tower / What batters
The grasping or feminine
Your women Your nothing at all
Trying to be in bed with their interiors, & strengths. Tell them
We’re all cramming into stars. Tell them
Maybe a little more.