𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈.
𝐸𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃,
𝒰𝓃𝓈𝑒𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔.

𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒.
𝑀𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂,
𝒰𝓃𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹.

𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓇𝓂𝑒𝒹.
𝒯𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑜𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒷𝓈,
𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹.

𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓏𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇,
𝒟𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇.

Should I bring a résumé  of my dreams
to the publishing company on West 38th?

An abstraction of when my teeth
crumble like pastels, or summaries of my
vocal cords seeking air through a taut fabric.
I’ve achieved piercing silence in a room of white noise.

I have an impressive inventory of witnessing infidelity.
once, we were both in between romantic partners.
I was awakened by the taste of copper
from biting the inside of my cheek.
It looked worthy of an aged Merlot.

My most admirable skill is prediction.
I can sense a mass shooting or the expiring heart of a loved one.
but I usually float like an island over the scene
because my biggest weakness is lacking density.