by Josie
Pause
for a moment
in your intro-jection I’m on an
expedition and you need to listen
you’ve not been intro-mitted
and I’m kinda offended
I need some intro-pin for the
shock.
Please.
It’s my intro-it for my
officiant see my
introse face that is
intro-spect
we’re all intro-nauts
but I intro-gress
here, I guess.
We halt.
Then intro-sume.
Much deeper please,
you need to see the space
you need to hear the
space
it’s not intro-uvable
it’s not unusable
it’s not for filling up
nor for caving in it’s
intro-ception
not intro-cession.
So breathe.
It’s not intro-punitive
or intro-pressive cause
it’s not a hole at all
it’s a waterfall
and the only rule:
don’t speak so loud.
Just listen.
Let’s intro-dict
these distraction pieces
which keep me sleepless
and fast lane to
all the words inside
that ask for quiet.
An intro-duction to the
sort of soul that
I sort of seem
to be working with.
My intro-version is
not contagion
to be fixed cured mended
or else defended
I like to celebrate
instead this silence
and my seriousness,
not a mask
it’s focus.
