you ask me how to write a poem.

and instead i wish i could leave my body for a better place
far away from the world that knows me
for what is knowing, truly?
i show you facets of my soul, sure
but even i do not know their true extent
the rivers run too deep
mixing with ichor that spells out stories in oblivion

it’s like we’re always in free-fall
some in between
where life and death blur together and become one
a tip off the edge
a dive into a pool
the same, really

and we tumble and we tumble and the bubbles rise above to create some brand new world we never knew could exist. reach up and point at the fish, but careful, careful, don’t tap too hard, we’ll break. let the wonder fill your tearful eyes, let the cold seep in and become everything you are. and then, only then, can you pick up a pen and spill your being on the page.