self portrait #13: i am
I AM
a brush stroke of expectation
a convenient mirror cracked by patience
twisted up in bunches of flowers that
only make me weaker as i try to fill space
I AM
a rubbery poem and the figure to go with it
a shadow you make love to
in order to compose yourself
brick by riddle by brick
I AM
the kind of fire you don’t have to kindle
the flames reflect on waves
the oxygen exists by misgivings
so that every breath i breathe is forgiving
I AM
losing my grip on the graphite that
certifies the sketches in my head
a disaster of nerves battling
starlight and sunrise intentions
I AM
a model of your history
all the things you cant see
you cant remember and i can’t take anymore
just fall in scribbles collapsed on the floor
I AM
your fault
copyright JANEisnotplain 1.07
