what does her true voice sound like?*
going on seven, maybe eight years,
know the thumbprint of her stylish,
at twenty paces, her tower recognizable,
leaning in, she is the garden, can’t tell
where the garden ends and she begins
she opens the pages and lets slip out the
exposed flora+fauna of of her heart’s eyes observatory,
revelation unintended but wanted, she can’t be helped,
for she, both a revealer, reveler, party girl, beat poet
know her
in the bursting: of the spring welcoming festival
in the bursting: of the season of loves busted unhappiness,
I know her well enough but not at all
in the sparse, frozen soil, and in the contra-blooming,
in every season, she warps my judgement,
with words unheard, unknown, the dictionary my accompanist,
what she says is a language purportedly in common, maybe not,
she takes me on a tour of her symphonic insights,
as my foreign tour guide
enwrapped, entrapped, I am, as she crooks her hair, in the
curved shape of a question mark top,
unknowing what does her voice sound like?
try different versions, a tasting menu of mellifluous, and
imagine myself to sleep, wondering and wandering,
what does her voice sound like?
off to sleep,
smiling, frowning
upside downing
11:51pm Tue May 5