Self-Directed

We think / we’re much older now, / but we’re not. Whisper sweet nothings / while our tongues flick, / flick in our ears. Ask: What happens when you say it / out loud? Say: I want you to know / something. Ask: Is that love? / Say: I want you to feel / a particular way / out loud. / Ask: What does it matter? / Say: Knowing these things you know / we know, but we don’t know / what they are. Ask: How do you feel? / Say: I remember. Ask: Are we still thinking? Say: Our old self / and this new one, / imagine. / Ask: A bedtime poem—will it all come together? Say: Goodnight—it will all be OK / in the morning. Ask: Goodnight— / it will all be OK in the morning.


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