Exactly Poem by Maya Garza

Frighten.
You.
Me.
We don't see.
Yes, exactly.
Your thought, your life.
I feed.
Quenching the unquenchable.
Strive.
Strive.
Strive.
How I clutch,
I grasp.
I latch.
To feel,
even an inkling of your thought.
Would mean a lot.
But not to you.
We don't see.
Exactly.
I puzzle,
the shards don't fit.
Strive.
Strive.
Strive.
Each discoloration,
reminder.
Reminds me.
We don't see.
Not exactly.
What we need to be.

6/14/09