alreadiworth

dear reader,

moving from a pace

a place of

realization that this thing i have to say

this individual spot 

or

As anis mojgani puts it

‘and we all wanted to be that same

high school kid

lickin his thoughts

using his Sharpie tip writin -

I was here

I was here motherfucker

And ain’t noneay’all can write that

in the spot that I just wrote it in’

The idle humming we catch ourselves dancing in-

our

individual voice

within

our

universal choir

it’s worth sharing

it’s worth the time

it’s worth the effort

it’s worth it

especially yours

the sweetest voice of all

you’re worth it all dear reader

what can i do for you?

if you're ever unsure if you're someone's north star-

you're mine

this morning,

I dropped my hostel key card

in a toilet containing

not just my own pee,

but a Sunday morning in Wrigleyville stranger’s.

let it ride 

it’s just a drop in the toilet

give fear no home

moving cross the borders

of my secret life

with a worn bucket

heavy with love,