dear reader,
moving from a pace
a place of
realization that this thing i have to say
this individual spot
or
As anis mojgani puts it
‘and we all wanted to be that same
high school kid
lickin his thoughts
using his Sharpie tip writin -
I was here
I was here motherfucker
And ain’t noneay’all can write that
in the spot that I just wrote it in’
The idle humming we catch ourselves dancing in-
our
individual voice
within
our
universal choir
it’s worth sharing
it’s worth the time
it’s worth the effort
it’s worth it
especially yours
the sweetest voice of all
you’re worth it all dear reader
what can i do for you?
if you're ever unsure if you're someone's north star-
you're mine
this morning,
I dropped my hostel key card
in a toilet containing
not just my own pee,
but a Sunday morning in Wrigleyville stranger’s.
let it ride
it’s just a drop in the toilet
give fear no home
moving cross the borders
of my secret life
with a worn bucket
heavy with love,
