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Explanations to Montreal
It was not a mastery of the acres I knew
that brought me here next.
Not a feather-light lack of obligations
which includes the lack
of money and wisdom. Not a plan drawn out
by experts nor authorities
to culture me, sepulcher me in the art
of being unearthed.
Not promises of fame or fate or solidification
of my grainy thoughts, loose
as fish-fry, fluid as sugary iced tea, god-
another new beginning.
Not boredom of the one who kisses my hair
and says “rest of my life”
as slowly as it sounds, nor a need to keep myself
away from the last one
who paints my weaknesses between devils on canvas
and still calls me babe.
I’m here because I am an egg cracking.
Splattered or born- I don’t know which
I’ll be. Stretch out your horizons and streets
for me, please, make this look big.
I’m here
for none of the wrong reasons
I’ll leave.
It was not a mastery of the acres I knew
that brought me here next.
Not a feather-light lack of obligations
which includes the lack
of money and wisdom. Not a plan drawn out
by experts nor authorities
to culture me, sepulcher me in the art
of being unearthed.
Not promises of fame or fate or solidification
of my grainy thoughts, loose
as fish-fry, fluid as sugary iced tea, god-
another new beginning.
Not boredom of the one who kisses my hair
and says “rest of my life”
as slowly as it sounds, nor a need to keep myself
away from the last one
who paints my weaknesses between devils on canvas
and still calls me babe.
I’m here because I am an egg cracking.
Splattered or born- I don’t know which
I’ll be. Stretch out your horizons and streets
for me, please, make this look big.
I’m here
for none of the wrong reasons
I’ll leave.