My universe lives inside my mouth
My universe lives inside my mouth
what it feels like to write
What do I do with it? This love that heaves out of my chest after each word I read. What accumulates and spreads an essence around my reality. Where can I go to give that? Where can I go to give this bread that I bake with my heart and thoughts each day? Where do I go with this protection? Where do I bring myself so that I am surrounded by those who want to keep what I’m protecting safe?
I search for the music, the words, the movement, the body, the instruments. the instruments make the body move. They give the body more movement.
What do I give you?
The whole thing.
All. Of. It.
I am unfractionable. I am a whole full piece. I have sealed myself together. Yet, I open past the widest mouth the universe has ever seen. I am the widest mouth the universe has ever seen. My universe lives inside my mouth. I spit one, two, three letters. Each letter is undefined. Each letter is running. Each letter is pushed into each other creating varying spaces. Each letter is speeding across the finish line. To meet me here. Breathless, to say with the wide mouth of open space, to place your blackness onto me.
Shape me.
Make my blankness mean something.
Curve me into your favorite letters, words. Bring a color through all of this white.