No Replacements Found

On Why the Chicken Didn't Cross the Road

No Replacements Found

By Eve Zennarrow

Time, unfold!
I need to unsleep the nights
and undream the dreams
undare the dares
and unscream the screams
till all that is left is
the hell of “what were you thinking?”
and then unthink that too.
Unthink it instantly.
Hide it under the floorboards
and never play with that thought again.

All the words I used:
Stumble!
Fall!
Disspell!
Never to be written over in vain.

I’ll make my own words.
I’ll invent the language.
Break autocorrect
with “no replacements found”.

I’ll wield the syntax
so elaborate and pure,
entangled in the elastic fabric
of space and time,
consciously unconscious,
ancient in its presentness,
sweet on the tongue
and sharp in the mind,
for all to speak and sing and rhyme.

Don’t we all end up like stories anyway?

This is my legacy.
My Glass family.

If it’s the last thing to give,
I’ll give an end to this means.

I’ll set all my records straight.
Alphabetically.
Or not.

I’m not telling a soul,
not going near that hole
that keeps feeding
on my essence.

Where am I going then?

If we keep building new bridges
in the old places,
is there anywhere left to go?

So,
I wanna make one thing straight.
I wanna make all chickens wait.

Do not cross that road!
Ever!

All roads are incongruous
but the ones that come to you.

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Best,

Eve