A DARE

Cut the pretense. I mean, really chop it off. Sever the fist you form. Let the blood flow; see how it stains every word you write. What I mean is I want to write a poem about something real. These days I’m starved for it, all of that pulsing realness. I want to feel a poem breathe into my mouth. I crave it even in my sleep, something raw and gritty caressing my unconscious face. I want to be woken up by reality even if it means drenching my sheets in cold sweat. I’d even be thankful to die like that.

I want to write about suffering not as a metaphor, not as forced comparison or abstract expression. I want to write about suffering like the fact of the matter is that last night I fell asleep praying for snow but this morning’s clouds simply could not deliver. We woke up to dry sidewalks and heavy skies. I want to write about how snow makes me think of you, but not in some sort of romantic gesture, mostly just you, in all of your realness, those days we were stranded indoors. We woke up to endless white; I woke up to you kissing me alive again. I want to write a poem about perfect suffering. I feel like it would read something like walking with you, months later, wanting to melt the flurries on your cheeks with my own. All this and I cannot touch you. That’s how you write suffering. I wanted to touch you but I know I’d melt more than just snow.

This is me cutting the pretense. This is me choosing to melt us anyway. This is me reaching out to touch you in a way I can only do with words. This is me staining the paper. This is me flowing back to you, the realest poem I’ve ever bled.

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