after Angela Janda
you offer me a choice which is really a tipping point.
i am asked my name and respond Love. i uncover
a face in the snow which is not snow but confusion
or else the unknown. if you call my name in the
in-between, love is what responds. it’s all i ask of you.
tonight the moon is waning, as it often does. once,
i moved over or at least through a pool of light.
chased a crowd of stairs as they moved. watched life
end and remake itself as something better. i’m reaching
for anything healing which is really just a chance.
i am asked my name and respond Love. i describe
my body as a series of shapes and inevitabilities.
i say and then unsay before i’ve said, I’m scared
someone will see that I’m too big to fit inside myself.
I don’t know what will happen then. this was the answer
to a question unasked. there was no room for this
response. my throat opened and a truth spilled out.
there was not enough space in the world to hold it.