Why

I know

I can

do this

because I’m not insane. Listen,

my friend, who knows

how to make me feel

accomplished. Like

I’m good at it:

Integration—how words

I love grind so disgusting

and sexy, coming together

and keeping in flow, full

of poetry.

Song and dance,

music from me

for you to move to

and feel

that I fit

a purpose. To continue

jiving with those

around me, my friend.

So watch me dance

teary-eyed

—can you feel me?

I’m with it

right now

and I’m turned around.

Are you?

Sing it with me!

I don’t care if it rhymes

or if it’s even

funny, silly, or stupid

or fun-o-sillystupid.

Come on. Let’s stomp

hard, hold the beat

and… breathe

.

 See, this

is how I know—

because I run out of

words and I think

you get what I mean.

And, well

.