chit chat

i was talking to myself the other day

but i wasn’t listening so i don’t know what i said

I haven’t thought of a title yet

I was writing a poem

but then i stopped,

realising i was the poem.

I pointed to my toes,

each one of them,

and my shins,

and kept going up.

and then I saw your toes, spread out, splayed a little, from the weight of you

and realised you were the poem, too.

I am typing this right now. You are reading this right now. I am typing as you are reading. How can this be?

Sometimes it’s fun to write words. So I just did.

A word is a thing which is very literal. It says what it is. Word.

Here is a sentence.

Here are some more words.

These words are below those other words.

And this is my final word.