We’re having this conversation in two
different languages and I am tired of watching you
open your mouth and articulate only images.
You say there is no other way to speak but
in image. You say you need me to witness
you in the dark here. Easily I can repeat you.
I know you’re a princess in an ice castle
and the glass has two sides—you can look out
through crystal, but not in through bedrock.
This is why no one realizes you. I know you
dream a softer world. I know you carry
a wall of stones on your back, but I’m not
sure I believe in the black dog you insist
walks your footsteps until you lose them.
I know that you dream the earth pulls
you toward itself, but when you command
Catch me, all I can say is I don’t know
what I can save you from. If you’re in danger
of shattering against the ground, how can you
continue to command? Today I want to focus
on telling you a difficult truth: You want to get
lost in the thorn-forest of metaphor.
There is no other explanation for why
you cannot speak straight. You say the things
you tie into knots, but I intend to speak you
plainly—the truth is that you dress up in fragility
to dream a world alone. You
are only, ever, whatever you want.
There is nothing else worth realizing.
Day 9: Put your music player on Shuffle. Take down the titles of the first five songs that play. Build a poem.
For judging, my phone gave me:
- Did You Get My Message? – Jason Mraz
- Catch Me – TVXQ
- Witness – Tori Amos
- Whatever You Want – Vienna Teng
- I Don’t Know What I Can Save You From – Kings of Convenience
I guess I cheated on the title. Also, it looks like I’m doomed to write at least one couplets-poem every few months.
Memorandum to the origin of this poem: I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you needed, I guess–but I didn’t need that, either.