Or you can just tell me —
when even life discovers it’s a construct
when even the universe realizes it’s a word
when even rage understands it’s a mirror
and the only truth
of which we, she, he is certain
is pain.
Or you can just tell me —
beat me if you wish
shed my skin with the hymns of your cane
hurt me
I know of no other way to experience you
to feel you
to know you
to vocalize your name.
Or
Or you can just tell me.
Copyright 2024
Commentaires