Day 1
Arrange your words
Like tiles on a game board
Like you know
Life vomits, hiccups, makes love
To the moment
The moment you let go
Of the tile
You have lost.
How does that
Feel
?
Lament
One face to get
The job done
One face to get by
One face to get
The smile
One face to cry
I pick up your lamentation
Between my fingers
Your sick saccharine disgust
Burrows into the pores
Of
My skin
Each
A hole
In the not white enough
Too white
And privileged
Skin
How
Does
That
Feel
?
It’s a big fuck you
Very much
And a thank you
Kick
In the ass
Do something
I don’t care
For this not caring
Not giving a damn
About
The roots
The love
The beginning
Where did you come from?
Do you think
A vacuum?
You are on the silk
Stuck struggling
In the construct
While the spider licks her lips
For the next meal.
Get that.
Arrange
Your
Breath
Like it is the last
I am grateful
For the next
Arrange
Your
Heart
Like it is loving
I am grateful
Arrange
Your voice
Like it is mute
I am grateful
I walk my soul’s Estate
Barefoot
#poetry
lei fraser 