Is it impossible to write
Is it possible to write
while listening to Damien Rice
covering Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah
and the mood suppressors keep their chemical boots on
the back of my neurons neck and now I must
learn to cipher again,
impermanence again,
to see again.
What else have I
forgotten? I no longer write
poetry. I’m a new animal now
an unintelligible beast of hieroglyphs when I break
my tongue the poem’s
Shatter into a thousand tiny mirrors
razor blade confetti dancing on the wind in the moonlight.
From the book of poems titled
Diary of weaponized white suburban tears.
the Cutter chronicles.
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