Got my hand read… Now I can’t stop thinking…. Unbalanced chakras
I erase the first line again and again trying to
make sense of my jumbled words, these mismatched
vowels and asymmetrical allegory—no, alliteration—
my head is a swarming nest of hornets named half-rhymes and
what the fuck does villanelle rhyme with? intermingling
like egg whites and flour to make some half-baked idea
what i’m trying to say is that maybe the people who
have the most to say find that they can’t say it well at all.
Simplicity is nice.
And I don’t mean
flowers and a walk
in the park while
I mean show me
you fucking want this,
that you care about
what is going on, and
you can fix shit when
I ruin it.
Show me what no one