i was insane
before
i found my
voice

in that voice
a myriad of
shapes and sounds
i fall into them
licking
every hard
consonant
trailing fingers
over the ivory-keyed
vowels

i was mad
trying to scream
in cursive
until i learned
to uncapitalize
inconsequentialities

i don’t write
words
i shape those sounds
until the song
matches
the throb
in my throat
this
sanguinistic
symphony

likely
i am still
insane
but now i can
color
outside
all of the
fucking lines

i save the
cursive
for where your thighs
gently lead