For Talking || Sarah Macintosh

I will play on words
and play on words
and play on words
See-sawing
Back and forth
Till the world
Tilts and swirls
Around me

And I want to say:
“I am like Jesus this way”

But I don’t
I skip
And go
To hang
Like a monkey
Under bars
or
Bury
My little
Word wealth
In a sandbox

I say,
“Good God!
Someone could
Get killed
For talking like that!”

And God says,
From the park bench,
“I know, baby girl.
I know”