i am not my poetry
i don't believe i ever was

i am simply a tourist
of the english language;
borrowing its time and words
so i may think for one moment
that i have a voice

but this is outer space, honey
where the sound can't travel
and the gravity has taken a break
from holding us in place
the endless, silent flotation
caresses our senses,
and cages us in a constant
state of uncertainty


you could be you
you could be her, him, them
you could be anybody

me, i could be me
i could be you
we could be we
but we're not we
we are nothing
and no one

and our words are just words