If you want to talk to me …

If you want to talk to me, do not delay, for tomorrow I will be a different soul, a different ray. I will dismantle my house, my body, my being, to make room for something new, something freeing.

I'll be in the corners, selling my poems to the wind, even if no one buys, my words will be pinned. If you want to help, it has to be now, for I will soon walk through the rain alone, with a heart that's unknown.

I'll sing and shout as I light candles bright, bleeding through the arrow, the cupid's own flight. If you have questions, ask them fast, for I've recited all the fables, and my name has passed.

I lie down with no schedule, no plan, speak quickly, stretch my mind, let our voices blend. So when I wake, a different voice will be found, for tomorrow I'll be a comet, a star, a moon unbound.

My soul is incendiary, a fire that burns, the city itself runs the risk of being overturned. So, if you want to talk to me, it has to be now, not later, not tomorrow, but this moment, this hour.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer