Read my mind

There’s so much I can’t utter
Too much, my mind is a bookshelf
Of books with words from the gutter
Words from skies and cheese and cats
Ideas that peel off my stutter
Things only my lonely days know
I am a shadow, a clutter
Full, empty, I don’t know myself
These pages, like birds, they flutter.

Read me now,
my title
will change soon.

Mark this page
this part you
won’t forget

Gift me now,
let others
know I’m here.

Younglan Louis