if i have to write these words
by hand
and tell the rawness of it all then
please God
let my fingers be wrapped around a fountain pen
with some weight
because my body will need an anchor
and because when i’m holding a fountain pen
i feel ripe and full barreled and ready to spill
the truth, whole
and the words i’ll write
please God
let them be heavy
tears for the thirsty, eternal
and let them last
and last
and last
and last