hang me like peter
not because i want to be
remembered
but because i want to
forget.
because i want my life
to end and begin the same way
to the mighty unknown
to the sighing confusion
to the raging against no foe
spare me not because i am
beautiful or lovely
but because i can laugh
i can laugh and cry and
sing off-key
because i can reveal in you
your humanity
spare me, so i might
not spare you.
a wailing from tiamut
from my twisted entrails
beneath the shadow of the seas
a deep and deafening quiet
that will not quit.
a voice that speaks in
no language i have heard
or seen or studied or tasted,
yet it calls me and i know it well.
pay attention and listen
to the sound of sweetness
to the breathes between
tears and laughters.
notice they are all alike.
