Serifs

Learn to out louder,
learn to turn up your heart
the whisper fist swinging at me
still clinging to its beat.
Learn to roll your tongue
on the rrrrr's of that dream,
the serifs trailing running into me
speechless as called for.
You'll know your heart broken
when it splays open handed,
a thunder clap on an empty shore.
Recognize its last breaths, its sore chambers
and give eulogy to the sound it spent
itself making, make a small sound in memory
a from the hollow sound,
a back of the throat rrrrr,
that translates infinitely
webbed into all made memory.

June 18, 2011