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Mutterings

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Published: May 19, 2014

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Mutterings

let me tell you:
you inspire me to be better at writing.
to create things that stick to the psyche
like blackstrap molasses in the folds of yomari.

you make me want to unfold the pages
of my memory banks--
and i'd pay anything,
to remember more of my tales to tell.
just to have one more story to sale.

to analyze the creases in my palms,
just to find another way to tell people,
that my re(a)d palms are a symbol
of my grip being cracked.
doubting existence
and lack of jurisdiction.
even my words lack the conviction
of the law,
but I'll still turn myself in
and be arrested
for a lack of a confession.

Father's eyes begin to eclipse my sorrow,
distrust and misfortune foreshadow my future
as if in my hands lay a slain sparrow.
under his eagle eye
I ask him to spare me hope,
spare my life,
and spare my soul.

but you cannot swallow sin.
so I just wallow in this hollow tin
masquerading as my ribs
with the cloud of a swallow
sitting over my head.

writing until my knuckles buckle
under the weight of every transgression,
i have ever committed.
but i keep writing as if I'm a masochist,
opening every wound,
right near my ultramarine veins,
so i can spill my blood with my pen
and drown in my notebook's crimson-lined edges.

Lissomer's murmurings inspired me to write 'Mutterings.' I hope you don't mind, Sophia.

You're just an inspiration and this all just kind of came pouring out of nowhere. Out of left field. The best ideas always seem to pop up late. But, thank you for the inspiration, Sophia. I don't think you quite know how utterly talented you really are. (And the first stanza is definitely just for you, my friend. Keep up the fantastic work.