A piece of a Piece

[poisonedvine]

For You, In Case You had Forgotten

We struggle with it,
you and I.
For the right words to capture the
way the smell of coffee
lingers on your skin.

We have become small.
There is no question, we have become small.

In the laboratories of universities they struggle with the quantum language of God.
In the bathrooms of universities they fuck in bathroom stalls and
call it magic.

If that’s magic, I am a sorceress.
If that’s magic, then slaves of spreadsheets, conjure your spells.

Still the Sybil of Cumae starves in her cage, and I
I wait for printouts, and
the benediction of other gods.

Whisper to me, so that I may hear something that’s worth hearing.
That I may curl my fingers and call, and
call. That I may dream in color, and
dream, at all.

The city sits on the sky, like
any other city, like
any other place.
I know you wanted it to be different, but it wouldn’t listen, it
wouldn’t give you space
for everything you wanted. For anything you dared.

This couch is soft. And I wanted to do so much more than
sit on it. I wanted to sing so much louder, than I could.

Content yourself with quiet.
Shhh, I mean it, please
content yourself with quiet, because there,
I can suffer to imagine
that I am

an atom in the ocean
a drop of wind in a storm.