one too many

here comes another white girl who is sad,
                                                way too sad
                                                  so so sad
that she will write this way this
                              geometric forms
                                      with all her
                                        favourite words
                                           spilling
                                                 out

here comes another white girl who is sad,
           

                              way too sad
                                             
                                   so
                                 
                                      so
                                          sad

now: ledge

think back to that life altering moment, the basis of your structure, or maybe the remodelation after the demolition, or those tiny little pieces of patchwork that keep the old building together. now take it out, put it away. where are you now, what have we made with this little game? ask all the what ifs: what if, what if?

what do you know about yourself now?

listen to your voice for a day, hear yourself out. do you have a catchphrase? maybe you do but you never noticed. something someone said that you stole. who said it? whose voice it's speaking now, out of your lungs?

i am not speaking of the past or the future. i speak of a time eternal.

look in the mirror. did you always have that mole? they say you look like someone, from your family perhaps, but you've never seen it. do you see it now? explore the uncharted skin. show me in your body where life has touched you. there is a story behind the scar, i can tell, i have them too.

kiss yourself now baby, you deserve it, you're so pretty.

what have we found, after this, in the meadow of the self? the self reflects on the self like a clear mirror: it must be put under visible light.