We Want Grits: AM SLAM Poetry: A force to be reckoned with!

We Want Grits: AM SLAM Poetry: A force to be reckoned with!: "November 4, 2010 -Thursday afternoon I profiled one of Slippery Rock’s newest and most promising student clubs :AM SLAM Poetry club. Bein..."

Projections from an Unknown Place

I am nineteen with my head in a bush
And my hair in my face.
I spit out my insides
On the lawn of a stranger.
I trip and fall into a warm place
And feel my bird bones break.
My body is a mystery
And I get sick inside my purse.
I feel old and grown and tired
So I try tying my arms to the ceiling
To stay awake.
I smell cake and I vomit everywhere.

I have a cyber school education and no occupation.
You are unexpected and Bad Timing
But I think of how you will climb.
You will climb the books, climb the cabinets,
Climb the curtains and the walls.
You will try to climb to heaven.
I wanted to go to France, I wanted to play harp,
And learn languages with my hands.
You are the things I don’t know
And the words that don’t exist.
You are composed of multiple pieces
Of personalities and rationalities.
I don’t know who I am, but I know you.
You are the trees, the bees’ knees,
My mood swings, needle and string,
The sleep I can’t receive.
I haven’t dreamt since I saw you on that screen.
You are the moon, you are an animal,
You are thunder breaking my ribs.
You were born at conception,
A miscomprehension.
You are a boy, I can feel it.