Letting Go

how can a poet learn the secret art of letting go

dabbling their fingers in the pulp of a tree

screaming profanities at a god whose name is their own

writing metaphors that taste like mulberry wine

implanting a cramp in the abdomen so course it burns

                                                                        singes

                                                                                grows wings and flies away

becoming the only cat tail embedded in a marsh land

feeding on calamari and cod liver oil

speaking to the man inside the box about the economy

                                                                    the legalization of love

                                                                            the open ended questions

how can a dragon breathe fire

how can everything taste like sulfur and yet be labeled as sweet

how can I possibly forget about symbolism

                                                                line breaks,

                                                                          imagery

the wind whispers to tell me that I can let inspiration come from myself

                                                                      open wounds

                                                                                 galaxy eyes

and a dagger buried deep in the pit of my exhaustion

I will pull it out and unleash

                                                         tea stained notepaper

                                                                        tip-bitten pens

                               and the secret art of letting go

into a world where poetry will sustain and be the only thing I need to

survive

flourish

exist