How did I know we'd end up like birds on a swing,
never quite still,
never in one place,
moving forward clipping my wings from the black rubber seat,
I sing.
I sing for you,
the one who brought me close to death,
close to throwing up my body till there were only shins.
My face is stone
my tongue sits on it, the main attraction lapping up
the moon and the sun when they meet each day.
How would I know a swing could bring me so close to living?
Living like loving the only way I know how to
living in love like it was my seeing eye dog except I wasn't anyones self respect but my own intelligence.
How would I know what it felt like being stifled
to be dead to be a translation of other peoples thoughts in my head.
How do I know I love you?
I love you I love you
and I want to say it till I'm awake again.
Awake to the past not owning me and the present not being me
but awake awake to the movements we make when we agree that as humans,
we can collide together and as swings we could fly together and
as hope for the bottom truly being the bottom
we can rise up together.