cursive

In Seriousness
I ask
Who

Are these letters,
strung up light-like
(life-less)

A face that's not mine
     Un-pink
     Unwashed
     and epileptic

Sugar that undissolves
solidifies into crunches
under the tongue of an ancient warrior
Goddess
(with a sword between her legs)

A stone
with the ability to entertain
the plausibility
of my own finger's inability
to form a Form

To re-present a me that IS me
God-like
un-happy
in an un-reasonable instant

unrelated, the pieces
that ooooooze out
backwards
onto these pages.

these letters--
how can they?
Be anything from me and the slightly lilting loneliness
that leans towards a time
I can't remember
when I was a little more me
 and a little less of
--?--

In all seriousness
I've spent all of this life
asking