Write my bio

Tonight I couldn’t find the right poem.

I googled and scrolled

but never quite caught the phrase I was looking for -

The words to confirm my very name  

and what I want during my time here.

I was hoping to find the words in my head had lived in someone else for a while,

I could then uncross my white-knuckled fingers -

that would ease my worries 

about so many things

but about nothing more than this:

I can barely stand up on the two legs I’ve grown.

Seeking the words I needed anywhere outside of my own skin

was the mistake -

The words I craved with an open mouth

Were holding breath between knives I sharpened

and exits I wouldn’t take

Inside the soft folds of my own heart

and brain

and guts

Since this morning when I woke up speechless.