Come With Your Arms - Saturday Looks Good To Me

Come with your arms

Come with your screaming, embarrassing heart

Shining a beam if you come in the dark

To show every part

And make yourself light as the air

Come with your hands

Conducting a chorus of fervor and flags

Packing your past into old plastic bags

The darkness will drag

'Til you feel like the only one there

So how could you even begin to believe in

The things people say

The world in that way?

And could you see me there

With car keys and wheelchairs

And things thrown away?

Come with your bones

And the long list of names that won’t leave you alone

Posing as problems pretending they’re poems

They glower and glow

As they spit sanctimonious swears

And come with your paws

Grinding your teeth like the teeth of a saw

With the horror that sleeps in the hinge of your jaw

The worst of them all

Til you feel like the only one there

So how could you even begin to believe invisibility?

In a world you can’t see?

We clatter and clamor

We falter and scatter and fall off like leaves