In Theory: “There Is No Spoon”

Taken at the Chrysler Museum of Art in Norfolk, VA

I tap —
backspace seven times,
an email I said I
would not send
 and I am
here, in front of a computer
listening to music that
only reminds me of

I flit —
I flow from one
word to the next.

there is no calming of
no antidote suitable
enough to render me

rice is bubbling,
broccoli roaring in the pot
turkey wings sizzling with
sweet potatoes
, still I
backspace… tap — flit — start

and stop all over again.
I am not here.

I watch each word appear,
letter by letter
every thought is centered around
a looming memory.
my “E” key is stuck,
I strike it back to life

I can’t have it dying
on me
not now.
not today.

I am amusing myself,

you see?
This is a great space,
between theories and spoons
and matrixes and moons

And I convince myself
these are not words
and there was no us
this is not a letter
so it is not real

None of it.
But it was, wasn’t it?

The archives have more
than their share of drafts —
this one, though.
it’s finally finished.

but flag the
send button from sight

too afraid to commit
these words to a pair
of eyes that spent the
last nine months
forgetting what I look

Originally published on September 10, 2017, via Medium.


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