I HIT PLAY
Rebecca Susan Lemke
I’m waiting for the song to play
I hit play
and nothing
I hit it again
Everything still comes through in waves
Static electricity marching
There are flaws in fundamentalism and
Errors in progression,
Stagnancy, stagnant spaces in my
Pantheist panorama
I dictate my reasons,
But lack oxygen, need more air holes
I taste myself to see if I got it right
As my own sugar sweet doctor
I decide I want a vanilla life
And somebody to move me,
Fill and empty me in balanced proportion
He’s got me spinning on the floor
Talking incessantly in circles
Trying to expand
And I’m waiting out segments
There are patches in my idealism,
The things I keep close to heart,
And all the things I sort into laundry-like idiosyncrasies
Looking for benevolence and for inspiration,
I’m tested, tried and true in markings
I taste myself to see if I got it right this time around
It’s my spice of life, my joy de vivre
That has me becoming what I consume
Looking for guidance
As far as I can grace myself
I edit and staple newfound commandments together
In their plausibility
And resourcefulness
In all their gentleness
And thumb tack them onto the kitchen wall
Next to my “to do” list
I push play again
Waiting for the song to start
