Cassie Lewis-Getman
I Am
Like a newbornoutraged by the paradox
of birth
Dispensed from the universe
sightless, dumb
made of raw sound. We learn parts of speech – gently
bandage our hands.
Syntax is like dance and only happens in context,
you can’t write it down. Before a mountain
there’s a voice you love.
Don’t enlist a machine,
just love it
and the ghost inside will let you speak your name.