maybe im not inspired by my grandma | nana
or the years of (VINEGARY) preservation | perseverance
passed down as context | stories
tied up
in neat bows as a
(HERE YOU GO!) gift | lie
if i forget what to say in return
the script is underneath the box
i just have to lift it to see
what they wrote for me | without me


i cant see the flickering lights
in my apartment because un-patterns
are patterns and un-persons
are the only ones who could know
maybe im wasted
thinking about how to re-person
by hearing my body hum
even if humming isnt explanation
a hum is not a hug
that will remind me of something ive never seen

—may 2021