the details, up and down,
the poetry (the debilitating anxiety)
let’s take a moment to breathe
I hid poems everywhere
back when I had time
to play
with words
for example
in 2011 when I casually did this
We Get Away From, From Ourselves
He welcomed her third person addresses
She was afraid of him, piety,
angels, the end, and forever
She was afraid of penalty
He thought she might be perfect,
beautiful, and between them there was no sin
or wretchedness or pity for the world
In a word, they were pure
anyone could witness their love,
or find them in the palm of
a prayer, or in the petal of a rose,
or on the other side of the world
Him, her only measure of beautiful
She was afraid of him, piety,
angels, the end, and forever
She was afraid of penalty
He thought she might be perfect,
beautiful, and between them there was no sin
or wretchedness or pity for the world
In a word, they were pure
anyone could witness their love,
or find them in the palm of
a prayer, or in the petal of a rose,
or on the other side of the world
Him, her only measure of beautiful
First line
Third letter in
Down
And then
Last line
Third letter from the end
Back up again
The title of the Poem
We get away from, from ourselves
Is explicitly written
Back in 2011
This is why it’s hard to breathe sometimes
Why I don’t write anymore
I tried. I really gave it my all
But how would anyone
notice the nuances
if I did not first
point them out to y’all?
