I looked for a more abiding canvas.
Where I could sew the words and none fell through.
The lyrics or love letters or goodbye forevers would find themselves
drafted and drawn out in the recesses of rectangular sheets,
contained and kept. like lovers sleeping on opposite sides of the bed.
Slowly falling over each other.
The words unfasten and fall.
Tumbling down my tongue, falling flatly
between tears and tender embraces.
bracing for a change in punctuation.
no longer contained, these lyrics or love letters or goodbye forevers
Fall through. crashing into condescension in conversation,
burnt ends waiting to fuse unsatisfactory versions to sidewalks.
Gum gluing rough drafts to poles on street corners like posters for readings
nobody attends.
Knows how to. Attend to tender emotions raw and writhing on paper, contorting into
letters.
Fallacy fuming from the wet ink unable to settle,
quite right.
