No one wants me to hear them:
understand the literal meanings
of the words they say.
And no one wants me to see them:
notice their stomach muscles
or proportional thighs.
And fucking NO one wants me to touch them:
shake their hand like it's checking off
number 32 of 88 in the factory line.
All of that is too distant: “I translate, I assess, I approve”
while looking—like a machinist—
through a checklist, for a flaw.
*If I ever do forget,
in the here-and-now,
how to say “Hi”
to another 'I,'
Here's how:
Listen like every word invented ever is nonsense
until we glue it into our life (
mother's arms...warm...love...near;
sleeping...dark...gone...fear)
where meaning grows in our
bodies, first.
Then in our voice.
Speak to make one simple move,
to connect:
“Would you like a hand?”
“May I share
what I've found?”
—my options offered;
your gracious
choice.
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