I see life
In letters and stanzas
In spaces and commas
In periods and words.
I make life
With letters and stanzas
With spaces and commas
With periods and words.
Then my life was destroyed;
Letters, stanzas,
Periods, commas
They no longer work.
My escape lost in my head
Tangled with words misspelled
With letters reversed
With commas misplaced.
When life is poetry
And poetry no longer works
What is there to save?
How do you save a poetic girl?