I don’t know why
I’m ripping my heart out,
Into words, anymore.
I’ve forgotten more
Than I’m learning.

(Don’t you wish
You could dish
Up understanding,
Without a spoon?)

I can see why
I’m tripping my heart out!
It’s the words, anymore.
I can’t remember
Other learnings.

(Don’t I wish
I was a dish
Of understanding,
Without a fork.)

What’s up with why?
I’m stripping my heart out!
For what? I guess I’ve
Forgotten, again.
Am I learning?

(Don’t we wish
Peace was the dish
We really understood,
Holding the knife?)

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 11/29/09