Just Because

because:

ink and paper are comforting
in their imperfect relationship;
and the words scrawl themselves
all over my insides without

warning until my skull opens
and throws them into the air,
into being; and stringing them
together with shaky fingers

breathes relief right down my
broken backbone; and it grabs
my mind and wrings it out
until i can't feel my thoughts

because:

they're all over the paper in
loopy handwriting, crawling
around and finally discovering
where they belong.