When Asked Why I Write Poems About My Parents
I am trying to build a bridge but I am an animal
startled and scared I startle and scare the sound dies
before it is out of my body how many ways to say
this I opened my mouth and excelled in some intonations
the others caught in a web glowing and growing
in the breeze circling its green wing around me what I wanted
to say but didn’t when my beloved says don’t assume
they don’t understand don’t care they are trying
are you trying I go to unhinge and it wants to jump down
my throat animal not a web after all a metal trap
inside it I contend that I was not born in a household
of silence language a disease I decided it for myself
tended to it like one tends a garden no a carcass