Interview 2 response

We/ you/ me 

I am brimming with it all,
spilling myself onto this page
in pain
and the mess of everything I cannot see
—how do you hold yourself delicately?
each word so selected
rounded and revered
by your eyes and your lips
each cell of your concentration,
distillation and refinement
—hold me—
in your precision
I need to be held in such lines
so I can stop bleeding
from the corners of my mind
—I know you harbour countless images too;
the light on the footpath
and that man in the mahogany suit
and the way her lips curled when she spoke
but you seem to clot
much quicker than me
set in undivided urgency,
I want to be chosen like one of your words
please arrange me just so,
sit me in your notebook and solidify my crumbling bones
share me with your trusted ones
and decide to share yourself in solitude,
we are coming of age again and again
and in a thousand ways
and a thousand words couldn't
wrap all these
memories.