Jan 08

if i die

take a sip of my blood,

and feel my tears on your tongue. 

if i die, cut my heart out and 

translate it like the rosetta stone. 

decipher the scriptures on my bones. 

take me to where you feel most calm,

and extend your spine like an arm,

pick me up from where i lay, 

breathe me for one more day. 

it is not the task but the expectation

that breeds my faulty hesitation. 

and god only knows where i am,

forgotten in a lonely land. 

a pen in my hands is as dangerous 

as a gun in yours, scratching initials 

into hotel floors.

splinters under my fingernails

remind me of all the times i failed.

and if my voice is stolen,

lay me to rest, the way i’ve chosen.
About the Author: lila woodard
everyone is a genius, but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid — Albert Einstein