you're a knot.

[theracecar]

Some days are best spent
Unraveling my mind
Into thread on a page
I have grown accustomed to
Cursive
After flowing this way
All beautiful things
flow easily without
separation.

Poems are
And poems will be
The space in which
I let you loose
Little by little
Onto something else
Out of my heart
Out of my heart
I forget its capacity
To hold onto things
Its funny how
The mind has so much
Room to grow
But the heart never
Squeezes into folds

just open
only open.

Poems are the spark notes
For long essays
I have no time to
Write.
They are
Short stories
From much larger files
Stacked away
In some wrinkle
In my brain
Or time.

You remain
On a thread somewhere
And I keep going on
About this spool
Careful not to knot
But hoping you’ll show up
Down the line.