short Talk

Heeeyyyy Mamaaaa, let’s talk! 

         It’s nice to speak to You, long time…

     Always soooooo good. To talk to You.

You you you

My pal from the past

                            Family & Friends 

       We talk ——reeeaaaaallllly, fo realzzz, real taaaalk

Life stuff

Like Love stuff

      Ancestor’s &

                      Striking concerned banter on authoritarianism 

Life stuff

Longing & loneliness

       Gaffaw gaffaw-innnng gut laughing shenanigans 

Fucking & fucking rage.         Oooooh the 

    Pressssssuuuurrrreee!!!!!

               POOOOOOWWWW

                                                 Bang 

              The fucking pressure             and 

Wonders & wondering &

Questions. So many questions… 

                         And mo shit & somemo shit

               Mixed 

With fragrant hope —- gitty gitty 

“My toes!!! They’re curling! Look! HaaaaaHaaaaa”

            Life shit. Hunger shit. 

“I need a joint” but my lungs can’t hang

Wait. Hold on. Poofffffff

POW

Like smoke.      Breath.                Breatheeeeee

Breatheeeeeeeeeee        When, suddenly: 

                      All they want is some short talk

The back-&-forth      the

Listening        the 

Clearing things up

Forgiving and 

Moving forward, pushing through and forward

                         and 

Loving…

…all that lovin’ like a comfy cozy soft button up cotton shirt...

              Just short. Talk. Now. 

Realizin’. All. At. Once. (but why?)

“Fuck. I’m all alone.”                But

            I

              Am

Here.