by M.E. Walker
there must have been hundreds of them,
those Well-Meaning Adults,
stepping off their stiff-collared carousels
to eye my scraggly handwriting
and say:
“Make It Plain.”
later in early life, someone my age
whispers to my neck in a crowded lecture hall:
“i love the way each word looks:
Wild.
like your hand is straining to keep pace
with a racing brain.”
so onward one crawls,
the knees both thesis and desk,
trying to Make It Wild,
striving to Make It Plain.
M.E. Walker (he/him) is a queer writer, performer, educator, and lifelong resident of Texas. His poetry has previously been published in One Art and Cathexis Northwest Press. He can be reached at mewalker199@gmail.com, or on Instagram @walkertexaswriter31.
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