Rattle

Does
poetry
rattle until

it wakes you up?
Sends you words
and worlds,

when it knows
you can’t write
things down.

Says to you it’s
time to:
get up and face

everything–Well,
what may feel
like everything.

Says,
that you feel
everything;

catching even
the feelings
not meant for you.

The ones
that pollinate
the air.

Making a romance
out of a meet
cute in…everywhere.

Making a drama
out of
a parking lot.

Making a comedy
of the
9 to 5.

Seeking to be
rediscovered, retold,
rethought.

Does the
poetry
rattle until

it wakes you up?
She seeks everything
you’ve ever thought of,

every meager feeling
you have had
since your body

stopped catching up
with your mind,
because your mind

was running circles
and your body was
tired. She already

knows what she has
to work with, she’s just workin’
out the order. Making

a commotion out
of your brain, and
a tornado jelly spine

of every feeling
you’ve ever had.
Leaving you

wondering, did
I want this, or did
she? Did I write this,

or did she?
Does
poetry

rattle until
she wakes
you up?