In a couple of lines, you will be hit—
by a metaphor.
It is something that is something else,
watch carefully.
I will make space for your breath—
to give you time to picture that—
An eyelash spinning an entire galaxy
makes perfect sense,
you wouldn’t use an ear.
Unless you wanted it to collapse
into a black hole.
That makes sense too—
when the metaphor is weak.
Next time you read a poem about elsewhere,
don’t lose your way with women and breadcrumbs.
Walk all the lines until you get here
Because elsewhere becomes here
Since you seem to need directions
Drink coffee—
While I brew and pour
something darker, more bitter
by a metaphor.
It is something that is something else,
watch carefully.
I will make space for your breath—
to give you time to picture that—
An eyelash spinning an entire galaxy
makes perfect sense,
you wouldn’t use an ear.
Unless you wanted it to collapse
into a black hole.
That makes sense too—
when the metaphor is weak.
Next time you read a poem about elsewhere,
don’t lose your way with women and breadcrumbs.
Walk all the lines until you get here
Because elsewhere becomes here
Since you seem to need directions
Drink coffee—
While I brew and pour
something darker, more bitter