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>What.For As I learn more words, I stress about forgetting them And I lose more ground But I finally stretch (myself further) In ways ineffable and indescribable A part of me argues that whatever language languishes our conscious Is the wrong one I write better angry and disconnected Because what I’m connected to loves to hide And keep me in a game of ever-moving goal posts Until there’s nothing left but to spit out but Thank you And swallow the rest Give up becoming the best Saying fuck all your tests Am I a better student Than I was yesterday While I watch time circle and spiral //And eventually decay When do we all get to play in this playground made for all Sometimes even I don’t like what I say BUT I LOVE THE OPTION TO SAY IT I need that corner of space and time to collapse and reform Can you remember being born? Because I do. In. So. many. Ways. My back cracks and neck snaps As my physical body begs for me back And, here, I need it So how, oh how, do I properly f