one by one

one by one i write
all my marginalized half-poems down
and make them whole.

the illegible scribbles
the train wrecks of thought
all collided in that inch of vertical white space
in my music history notebook.

and then i know why all this must be written,
why these words need to be read by invisible eyes:

it's because you, the one who mouths silently
my poems by a moon-filled window,
fall in love with words first,
before you fall in love with me.


Kirra said...


Lady said...

I love your writing and miss it so much.

Jessica Pearl said...

Is this perhaps inspired by Collins' poem Marginalia? It seemed reminiscent of it-- but sparser, sexier.