Tell me your name
Shout it from skyscrapers
Whisper it against the curve of my ear in the dark
I want to hold it close to me and press it tight against my chest
Pushing and pushing until it breeches the cage of my ribs
Making a home there alongside my beating heart
Where it will forever remain
—Etched into blood and bone—
So that you will never be forgotten
Some Kind of Poetry
And it was some kind of poetry
That spilled from my heart before
Jumbled and messy
Like back when I was four
Or perhaps that was fourteen
All the world before me
Always using someone else’s wings
Mine too broken and dirty
Lift me up, lay me down to sleep
For these forgotten words I weep
They were songs and poems
Fairytale and stories
That my heart dreamt while sleeping
And my hands wrote while daydreaming
And oh, as I remember them
Soft and sweet like a lullaby
Maybe something even better
Than my mother’s voice at bedtime
They were my words
They were my hopes
They were my soul
Pretty and ugly
And bare and full
They were some kind of poetry
That’s all I remember now
Rhythms and steps—that a younger me had found—
That the me of today—all grown up and proud—
Can never know, can never sing
Again aloud