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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.
Starward
"Can it reach out and touch
"Can it
reach out and touch you?"
It achieves this, yes.