What you think you have to say
is not what I want to relay
to the reader. You won’t hear me
unless you throw pieces of me away
or replace them. Read and bend me,
shatter me, your known world unsee.
Leave me alone for a day. Return
open and focused–I will be
closer. I will uncover my turn
when you release and unlearn
what at first you wanted to say.
Clothe me in words. Thus, I am born.

(Thank you everyone for the support and for sharing your work with me during Lexpomo 2024! See you here next June.)