Open Gesture of an I

I want to give more of my time

to others the less I have of it,

give it away in a will and testament,

give it to the girls’ club, give it

to the friends of the urban trees.

Your life is not your own and

never was. It came to you in a box

marked fragile. It came from the

complaint department like amends

on an order you did not place with

them. Who gave me this chill life.

It came with no card. It came

without instruction. It said this

end up though I do not trust those

markings. I have worn it upside

downs. I have washed it without

separating and it did not shrink.

Take from it what you will. I will