Paint me whole world.\nFind the one cloud left in my spite\ntres bon.\ntoo good\u2026\nAs in what Katherine Hepburn\u2019s voice\nsounded while she spoke of Abe Lincoln\nYes, true, I lied\u2014\u2014\nthat kind of beauty\u2013\na hammer to the heart.\nYes, true, I cried\u2014\u2013\nlet\u2019s play chess on the stars!\nthey\u2019re so close in the milky way\nwe can each have our own\nlet\nus\ngo.\nLet us leave\nmove your knight\nwear your cake-cracked\nballet shoes\npitched so black\n90 miles per hour\nI am outside of the lines\nnear that fire escape\nwhere I begged you to save me.\nYou refused touch.\nYou refused touch\nfor so long\nI don\u2019t even know\nwhat science feels like\nanymore.\nSomething about me having\nactual power.\nSomething about crumble.\nSomething about my power,\nbut BABY\u2014\u2013\nWHAT is more alive\nthan a million little pieces?\n\n--- \n\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support