(Or, Get Well Soon, Please, Thank You)
To The Swan: Get Well Soon,
(a poem without poetry, hopefully a fragment)
by johanna Faust
i want to write a sonnet gleaming
but heart in my mouth, i keep holding my breath
it has been so hard for me, to do any good thinking
hard for me to breathe, to get breath
excuse me, hard for who?
um, me, um, i am breathing fine actually, that was, um
meant as a metaphor. seems a bit out of touch
the meaning when literal, seems apt, not so much
when its literal you stay in touch
with the anchors to this world in the here now beauty
where you feel sick & feel happy & laugh & cry
feel tired and weak & i hope not often, alone
i hope someone is there with me
like i want to be there for you
i hope that someone could even possibly be
because then you’d still be around, even you
machines beepingly dripping, they keep my friend breathing
they keep his heart beating as he is reading my verse.
