This is a Poem About Literally Nobody

I don’t drink much anymore, dear reader. If I’m feeling very afraid of nothing in particular, I go on very long walks. During these walks my brain writes and I listen. This one came in fragments today, and I really liked it. It isn’t about me, or anyone. It’s just words, and I love that.

So here

if I were to be studied —I’m not

but if I were to be under a bell jar or

on some kind of

stand behind glass or under you, a man, a microscope

one may find several things to be true 

all at once many accurate descriptions of love as I am one 

girl woman human child agreeable otherwise understood 

as having. long walks in the dark, drunk but in the day—I’m very good 

at crosswalks—

if you let me speak if you let me I’ll tell you everything 

I’ll tell you anything with such a brightness one 

you’ve never known and grossly romanticize as do my hips

like how behind glass it is distorted—time 

lovers. the absence of memory. it’s fine.

before I woke up and started screaming about something 

inconsequential I knew everything I am 

to be studied 

for this reason and a handful of others 

much less exciting, but equal in worth to the viewer