by Taylor Henley
Oh the squeezing
of my chest this morning
I have another cup of coffee
Oh the lightness
that I am in love with
I am not tethered to anything
Oh that dry heat
that turns my legs bright red
I run my hands up and down them
I am surrounded by amateurs here
-YOU DO NOT WRITE THE RANSOM LETTER BY HAND-
This is Rule #1
You do not hold hostage the people that you love.
You do not talk non stop to any person unfortunate enough to be sitting next to you.
You don’t tell everyone “Oh, I’ve got this” when you clearly do not.
Do, WITHOUT EXCEPTION
Find the private, often inappropriate joke that life has hidden in everything
Oh the repeating pattern
spiraling out from itself
Oh the ellipses
that I live in
enjoying the quiet
-MAKE LOVE TO THE VOID-
Sounds like bad advice
When you read it on a bathroom wall
-When a poet from the Buddhist college in Colorado says this to you
You write all your friends and tell them
I HAVE FIGURED THIS SHIT OUT
You can all go home now.