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