What do they say about you
when you’re not in the room?
What will they say when they put your body in the ground?
What will they think, but never say aloud
even when you’re gone?
What are the first ten adjectives that come to mind?
Whisper an anecdote that is the story of how you moved through the world.
In whose ear did you whisper?
Who reaches for a memory of you, to inspire them
to be brave enough
to get through another night?
And who has etched your words in their heart
on a caution sign?
How wide is your ambition?
What do you feed it? And how –
with silver spoons or sticky fingers?
Who taught you to prepare the meal? Where and when and
how well did you learn?
Who will invite you to a dinner party that you will never attend?
How loud must the applause be for you to be satisfied?
How long must it echo to make it worth what it cost you?
A year? A decade? A century?
How far can you fall? And, be honest now:
how will you possibly
When you hold your worries, how do they feel between your hands?
Do they slip easily from between your fingers, and slither on the floor ahead of you?
Or do they nip and bite?
Can you feel their breath on your body?
Or do you wear them like a limp, but conspicuous fox stole?
What words do you give them: admonishments? comforts?
If you were to weave a spell to dismiss them, with what would you weave it?
– Would you really dare dismiss them?
What would fill the space these familiars would leave?
Could you – can you
stand the quiet?
Where do you feel dis-ease in your body?
In which rooms of your mind do the lights stay on all night?
Describe your dancing shoes:
What are they made of? How did you get them?
What is the price you are still paying for them?
How do you push yourself up when you need it?
How do you move in two directions at once, while holding your ground?
How do you balance the weight of your needs? The weight of the needs
What balances the scales with grief on the one hand?
How do you tip the weight of nothingness? of the world’s hungers?
How long of a tally do you keep?
When do you agree to wipe the slate clean and begin again
What balances the scales with love?
When everything settles, where will you find the center?