“Damnit, Poem,” I sometimes say
“You’re so quick to load thoughts—
Thoughts of a tree
And how it grows where it will,
How it will,
When it will,
Without the burden of expectation;
Thoughts of my honeyed love,
Slow, sweet, unhealthy in large amounts;
Thoughts of a candle,
Still capable
When cut into smaller pieces—
All of these on my tongue,
Layered and brick-weighted so
That I can’t hold them for long
And must choose between
Speaking and swallowing,
When all I really want to do
Is finish my shower!”
Free Verse Poem: Damnit, Poem!
