Wait Until It’s Over
Some poets must want to bend English the same way that Robert Frost’s poem bends birches. But it doesn’t matter if English can or cannot bend if English doesn’t work. And English doesn’t work when your mind doesn’t work.
And youre falling and scared and youre scared because, for once,
English doesnt work.
No matter how much you bend it and punch it and kick it and strangle it English doesn’t work and you want it to work so you cry when English c’ant cry for you but your tears are falling in vain into saltless puddles. And you wish you read a dictionary or learned every language for all those “it doe’snt translate” words so you can use all human language to tell that person next to you that you rbrain does’nt work and y’oure still scared and the trees rise around you but you dont’ know theyre’ trees vecauseyou di’dnt break English no matterhow deep you stabbed it wouldn’t bleed beut
Evn if u rad every dictnary and new ery lnguage yoi still w’ldnt knew a tree ws a trii or hu that prson next to yu ws or why yuu poisned yr-self.
