There is a moon
in my heart
that rises up
in the darkness.
Silver and chaste
it trembles
like an enigma.
–
I can feel it swelling
in my throat
like a great, triumphant OM
and I want the world
to stop for a moment
and listen to my voice
not because my voice
is the most remarkable
but because there is
a message inside of me
that is more precious
than life itself.
–
My life is just one
eclipse after another.
I know where the pockets are.
I know how to walk
from one end of the hall to another
and align my feet precisely
with every shadow and prominence.
I know every secret,
trick, diversion, feint
and all I can say
is that I want to be seen.
–
I might run
from one end of the street
to the other with a wave
and a smile so light
that it catches in the breeze
when what I want is to sing
and dance and tell stories
about beautiful, uninhabitable places
like those inside of my own mind.
I want to be heard.
I want to be known.
I want to stay wild
even as I flit between
the domestic and the mundane.
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