poets are big bags of sad

Look how much more beautifully 

I can be sad than you 

how I can articulate 

the wan light of winter 

how I can navigate 

the widening cracks 

of a broken heart 

Open my book and 

watch this wicked miracle unfold 

My sadness is large in charge 

and ultimately 

deeper than yours 

my sadness echoes within us all 

My wounds are archetypal 

inherited 

ancestral 

( original )

My words work harder for me 

than yours do 

I am the best word manager 

I beat the shit out of them 

Own those words

don’t let them be lazy 

take too many breaks 

have too much fun with bad puns

Bend them

twist them

snap them into place