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Tinfoil Heart (January day 24)
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2021 (January challenge) They tell me
writing is a muscle.
Can it
make me breakfast?
Can it
pull me out of a canyon?
Can it
reach out and touch you?
There are too many
words I use every day
and still can’t pronounce.
Can’t pronounce as in
I know how to say them
but I don’t know how to
tell you how to say them
in relation to me.
I will not say
I love you
I will build you
a tinfoil heart.
When the wind blows
it will spell out all our moments
it will sing for you
all my little words
it will touch you like I wish I could.
They tell me
writing is a muscle
and yet I can still hear it
spoken by my tinfoil heart,
I see it more clearly than any reality,
more living than anything alive.
The short, slender,
The short, slender, conversational lines of this poem conceal a tremendous emotional power that is thrumming just below the surface of the poem.
J-Called
"Can it reach out and touch
"Can it
reach out and touch you?"
It achieves this, yes.