i am not a poet.
i do[can]not {will[can]not, is
what i'll do} write about the way the fucking trees bow in the ::deep-bone-ache-inducing:: wind like tranquil hummingbirds on a warm spring morn;"<could if i would>
i do[can]not {absolutely will[can]not, you know?} write about how i feel or how my heart broke or how my heart skipped or stopped or tumbled from my chest;'would if i coul d
i do[can]not {trust me when i say
i do[can]n't, please do} write about the
way i carry my life because i
f/abri..cat e a(n}
d cottonise and wrap my words in carbonated silk and polyest
er because i am no more than two twiddling thumb;s and too many cups of tea.
//***subcons
ciously apart of the 98%
and counting, is what i am.***//
::i spit lines at three am and shoot out'a bed with my lips moving with preprocessed words kissing my breath yet i forget more than half of it before i reach the pen and my skin::
[couldn't]i[be]am[even]not[if]a[i]poe,t.[tried]*