we’re designed out of glass houses and chemistry
held back by believing and licking old wounds raw
how do we tremble enough to seek truth and will that truth be enough
i’m honest against peppered walls and bludgeoned with cylindrical words
beating against my ribcage, making tracks like trains riding into sunsets
the sky is innocent in holding onto the escaping clouds
like this is how we are made
being held back in ripples
reaching out in bungee cords
springing alive with the rust under our fingertips
i’m the most real when i say my heart has no bad intention
when my lungs fill with angst and refuse to expand
when the expiration date on everything i own is in block letter
bold and black
warning

we refuse light when shadow seems so much more comfortable
beckoned by the ghosts that reside there
shuttering screen shots of static and memory
spliced into one

but nothing has been louder than knowing
we become human when we learn how to love