To Hash Out
It was nothing personal,
It was the help that was intimidating
The question was so true, and it scared me,
And I had no answer to it
But to cry
And I understood, and I
Understood, and I
Fell attracted
After I lashed out.
In Touch
It is from more and more relaxation
That we have access to these emotions
And they come up and it’s okay
And it’s beautiful to feel
And a deep way to connect,
And to feel free
And more in touch.
Fly a little freer,
Not aloof, but perhaps alight
They may not understand
Why you absorbed ether
And respirated warm breath
That could be taken wrong,
Not frustration
But with a grip towards the end,
Just a misunderstanding
Was alight, not aloof
Inside oneself and not you.
It was good that you said it,
You said enough, so
Now poised for a silent kiss
Like the first Amen.
Good Taste in Kids
We’re gonna read real books
And sit in bed
For 2 hours straight
Then lie down
Books up,
Your hands near my face
Like 10 butter sticks your fingers cupped in grace.
Did this book say
How much “I love you?”
If you didn’t
get it
Then kiss mama with your good taste.
Empathy is Poetry 