Come find me
"We haven't mourned enough, you say, for our parting, lost to each other the last time through...torn and apart..." If you could understand this, would you have come and found me? Would you have understood my primal urge to define each tongue with intuitive metaphors? When the testosterone in my estrogen heavy body would have burst like a new sapling of forest, Would you have understood love as a site of violence, Some sort of immigrant experience? Where the horizon would have been the only liminal space I dreamed for Where the rage was so heavy on my lungs that I had nothing but a guttural cry over each & every mouthful political chant Where reason said you cannot move forward in fragments, with half-hearted ploy of disparate elements of the self that was empty to begin with Tell me then would you have come and found me in all my emotional whiplashes? I frame questions now as they fall one upon another, it's too crowded, it is almost repetitive Oh sweet mi amo...
