The distant glow of landing lights
has always meant safety
for sneaky bedtime reading
and from terrifying bedtime monsters
turning playful dreams into crime scenes
before I had learnt enough words.
A book in my hand
titles ‘Do Not Disturb’:
I am too busy
escaping my reality
with my runaway imagination
to shape a sentence with sonancy,
learning new words
to replace those that brand me
in my attempt to make something fiction.
For every time
my words have been stripped from me
and I have forgotten
the way my tongue and teeth and lips
make a sound,
I will write them back
then I will speak them back
then watch me take them back
and knock. you. down.