qarrtsiluni

written and performed by Hannah Stephenson

(lyrics)
You finally figured out
what was off;
you wrote it down.

Messages on post-it notes,
They try to stick.
They cling and grope.

You try to line them up,
balance words like building blocks.

Calm it down, a seesaw to a house.
What are you saying to yourself?
You keep inflating all the vowels.

We assign a picture to a thing,
and tie them with a string.
They bash into everything.

Can you recognize
these feeble forms
you work to write?

Like a signal from a boat,
you blink a light;
it’s all in code.

This map needs a key,
someone good at interpreting.

Calm it down, a seesaw to a house.
What are you saying to yourself?
Please stop covering your mouth.

We assign a picture to a thing,
and tie them with a string.
They drip onto everything.

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Hannah Stephenson is a poet, writer, and instructor living in Columbus, Ohio. Her poems have appeared in ouroboros review, Mankind Magazine, Spoonful, The Birmingham Arts Journal, and Artsy!Dartsy!. You can visit her daily poetry blog, The Storialist, at www.thestorialist.com and hear more of her music at www.soundcloud.com/thestorialist.