draw what you see, the
jaws and the cheeks, the
flaws are the key to the
raw, simple peeks through
walls in the green room:
all of the sweet and the
salt of the deep blue, the
straws that we breathe through,
the gauze that we bleed through,
words lost in our teeth to
the pause as we speak to the
laws and beliefs that
call us to be too
brawl-at-the-beep, those
falls to our knees like the
ball on the eve of a
small little seed of a new year, it’s
plausible we do
cause ourselves grief, but we
scrawl, and we read, we
enthrall, we exceed, we say
“y’all” when we greet, we
sprawl and we speed, we’re
flawed but we’re free to be human
- AH 9/17/2019