seduce me now / merge our menacing streams / let our tattered thoughts scatter / beneath the oblique sky / seduce me now / make me scream the words you long for / make us dream of futures past / and our search for belonging
You tell me to rhyme,
full-rhyme / half-rhyme / near-rhyme,
r-h-y-m-e
You tell me to squeeze another
inbetween, within my cleverly
constructed theme: internally
You tell me to echo, bounce the
words I cannot see, echo them
vowels; the consonants infrequently
You tell me much but I stress much
too, my stanzas crumble into words,
unrelating / frightening words
You tell me, I listen
to the visions emitted,
expecting the next hurdle
will brand me word murderer
allergic to words written in anger / written in pain allergic to words I am : allergic to my words allergic to my words allergic to my words : allergic at the sight of them allergic by the smell of them allergic to the shape of them allergic to their … absence
me, in response to my debating whether Schrödinger’s Cat is responsible for my current and future state of mind. Did my own self-analysis collapse the superposition of states? Am I myself the one to blame?
I told her the only likely path ahead was writing books
not looking back
a writer? her response in the native tongue we share
hesitating
no… well… maybe… just writing…
doubts risingmaybe not
writing books, I said, but only time will tell if good or ill success befalls me
I eat.
I remember.
I eat to remember.
We fell in love.
We ate.
We were.
I still remember.
That life, that love.
The food we shared.
I eat.
I remember.
I eat to remember --
You.
