You can’t get there by thinking.
You can only wait it out, fake your faith,
flop like a lung beside your other –
taking in the same air as if you had no names,
watch flowers collapse and turn soggy
feel the mulch rise up in your bronchi
You can’t think your way there
but one day you’ll wake up and know:
you’ll know it in the knot where you breathe
in the beating pattern that rules you
in forty-six strands of amino on repeat
you’ll know it without words, logic or pity
Then you’ll get up, get it done, get out,
burst out of the water and throw your hair back
mermaid slick, a mercury mistress.
Gulp down oxygen like sunrise after storm,
piss away the dirty water, rise onto land,
walk through the city on rose petals
Yes, those leaves may be soggy now
but in six months’ time you will teach them to bloom.
You will allow the air to breathe
and be that which brings life into the room.
You will be that sunlight slice in your chest,
the badass beat beat beat in your step
the nucleic pulse that is the start of all music.