I write to mend
those places that got
snagged, ripped or frayed
while being human,
with other humans.
I write to remember
to play with my words, i.e.
"traffic jam" is a city spread
made of cars. Not fruit.
It's misleading. Like "text,"
which was once more of a dull noun,
but now is more of a cannibalistic verb
that eats itself, because the fewer
characters, the better. Apparently.
I write, of course, to know
what the heck I am feeling,
because it's not always clear
and obvious. And when it is,
it changes. Moody much? Yes.
I write to send a signal
to other kooky bats
who hang upside down
in caves, and contemplate
their extinction. I write to say:
"We are not a dying breed.
We are pollinators! And we are
free from the burdens
of beauty + bright lights."
I write for those who are not
hummingbirds and butterflies
(gorgeous gluttons of glory.)
I write to praise the least among us,
because, well... because I am that, too.
Strange little batgirl, with peculiar powers,
and a pen.
The question "How are you?" is PROFOUND.
But it has been watered-down to a synonym for "Hello."
Forced or fake auto-responses of obligated okay-ness are expected.
(And if you are going through something tragic, it really doesn't matter! Every social encounter OPENS with this well-established Ritual of Insincerity.)
The question "How are you?" prompts an answer that begins with "I AM _____________."
This means many times each day, you are invited to SPEAK THE MOST POWERFUL STATEMENT that can be spoken of yourself.
And the socially-expected thing to do, is be QUICK + SLICK with your answer.
For a change... TAKE YOUR TIME, and tell your truth. ✍🏾