there’s something about 2 am
that makes me meta
that makes me remember every idea that i’ve ever had
that makes me want to write a poem that knows its a poem but would rather be a gatekept song
a poem that wants to be noticed in the way field flowers might prefer
gaze, don’t pick apart
admire, not asphyxiate
a poem that hopes there is someone who will read it
a poem that says they only want to be thought of but dreams of being loved
a poem about a poem that is about more than just a poem
a poem that can be liquid
in language
in taste
desires
hopes
a poem that can be loved for that. all of that.
One response to “2am”
I’m rarely up at 2, usually it’s when my son is having health issues