Shownotes
A daily reading from One Poem Only—a quiet space for a single poem, read aloud.
Disjointed Conversations
Jean Wathugu
Because I saw that obligatory smile
I am dismembering the foot in my mouth
Your eyes like to wander in the middle of my lame anecdote
So here’s my prosthetic humour
So I can fake it enough to make it
How about you write me a technical manual on how to be
So in between the jargon I can mourn the parts of me that don't fit in
You took me in before
Spitting me out
I’m a mishmash of mismatched ingredients
Preheating the oven to bake foreign philosophies into my own
I hoped you'd see me but I guess now I'm in between
Crystal glasses of wine
So I can see through this
Dismembering of the foot in my mouth
The burning off of offensive quirks
The flogging of my delinquent idiosyncrasies
The branding of new philosophies
My drunk mind was always more imaginative. So I'm drinking 4% beer
Dreaming up a version of reality
Where your attention doesn't wander off-
In the middle of my syllables
The only visions that matter are the ones you have of me
In the right lens. Did you get my good side?
I am dreaming up a version of reality
Where I am solid enough to be elusive
And you don't have to see through me and my bullshit
I am mourning the parts of me that don't fit in - do you get it?
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