not out there
but in here (taps head)
in here (taps head)
in here (taps head)
inside of the inside of
your skull
your heart
your veins
your abdomen
your ‘your’
not a poem about there
everything remembered
coded and filed
and written and filed
and submitted in submission
defiled
but that something that doesn’t exist
like a virtual particle that pops in
and out of existence something
that is so new it’s unrecognisable
that when it exists
you do not
it is a memorial to your outside
wrapped around this inside
both of which do not exist
except you do you did
don’t you understand
even now
when you have found it
and on the third day it was red
No comments:
Post a Comment