I matchmake my meaning. 

Words coalesce and

test their phrases, 

taste pronunciation,

bite their tongue on slanted rhymes—

Blood dyes my meaning. 


Note their mingling, my words—

curious, ambiguous.


Clasping over em-dashes, 

forging a single expression. 

Dissusable semantics. 

A construction unique to their form. 


Their verse question until written 


intangible until printed—

and even. 

Scribbles threaten longevity,

page tears corrupt sense 

of being, 

fragile art. 


Thrive in your drafts, 

jotted existence.

Find meaning in your deletion

if you don’t make it past 


this rough couplet

this rushed conclusion.