I’m writing in this language
to forget about myself
to spit out the caffe latte
my mother’s milk
and my father’s coffee
the mind has diamond edges
virtual slopes
the body is a jungle
writing to me is like
writing to you
I’ll let go
of the spitting image of you
of me
no slogans
no slop
you are some unfinished poetry
in the unwritten me
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 9:06 AM UTC
I’m writing in this language
to forget about myself
to spit out the caffe latte
my mother’s milk
and my father’s coffee
the mind has diamond edges
virtual slopes
the body is a jungle
writing to me is like
writing to you
I’ll let go
of the spitting image of you
of me
no slogans
no slop
you are some unfinished poetry
in the unwritten me
