class nine

sometimes
i start poems with “sometimes”
because it seems i am afraid of
concreteness.

to externalize myself
in such a direct manner–
i’ve now become aware
that i am so
intangible

i wonder if i were to
run myself against
a wall
would i sift through
falling like clumps
of flour
into pieces
on the other side?

would i break hard
against it
shattering like a flower vase
hurled toward a marble floor?

or would i climb it
pull myself to the top
and stand proud to
face
the other side?