What It Is

I I am I am more then what this poem can hold Broken bones Empty hands A full head Impossible dreams Do you like making out? Hold my hand… I am your declaration of independence written in skin, eyes, and lips I am your libertine Possibly dead air will pass me while I struggle to explain Don’t leave until you understand I am a proud kitten who tears at any and every inconvenience to my own destruction I, I, I Me There is no I in me Yet my mind is still fully focused on it It being I A thing—to recognize by the time I give it away to someone who doesn’t understand What it is What is it? A chocolate flower on the highest mountain A lost girl in a field of maybes A brilliant queen on a throne of a united nations A coy child wrapped in blue sheets--naked, cold, shy, muddled, afraid, alive, and unaware of it all A faithful rarity in a sea of uncommon coincidences Whatever it is It is an I a me and all at once…