I Put A Lot Of Pressure On This Page
Mike Henry
Exped it to be better than me， to do what I mean， not v， hat I say.
while I sil on tile porch and wail for it to bring home straight As.
I never learned hov， to hold a pencil .just right. As kids were
curving their new fingers like an army of small monkeys with chopsticks.
I grabbed the thing and gripped it like I should throw it like a dart，
now I stand and look for targets， how to paint a picture， draw your heart.
how to write the words to describe this run that we are making.
Knowing that I can t， that it s far more than impossible， bul
that a wise (and drunken) friend of mine once told me that the man
who only takes on the fights he knows he can win is a coward，
and that it was the American warrior poet Billy Joel who taught us
that your mistakes are the only thing that you can trul) call your own，
so I set out to fail.
As children playing hide and seek， the first thing you do is lind all the places
where a person is not， go fish. This is how 1 11 describe your eyes， I ll make
a li~ of every color， take a census of each hue， subtract them all from sun-
light and the one that s left is you.
Sailors in tall wooden ships never really knew where they were， it was just
aguess， aPR Campaign to distract hungry men from mutiny， a ficdon based
on slats， on the intangible wind and the waves， a number of notches whittled
to wood，to ~talog sunrises since they last stood on the land. All riley reully
knew is~hal they were lost， and they thought they should go ... that v， ay.
I get llke that， Adrift and amazed， make me a name for this color and I ll
hre~ it onto the sidewalk like a box of chalk under a bicycle tire， flooded
intoa puddle and dried a week later into something new， reborn.
Now at aloss for words， how I m tempted to rhyme...caress with confess，
or love with glove， but nothing rhymes with steam-hot teelhgrinding lust
huddle， orat least nothing I can think of.
We ll say
white rabbit，
white r~lbbit，
white rabbit three times tbr luck. but not need it
and I ll find miracles in your hand on my back
as I push a grocery carl， one wheel limping
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