Writing writes itself into existence.
Marriage marries itself into existence.
Difficulty strengthens existence.
Existence exists beyond itself.
More words rain onto hot, dry pavement.
Another sentence paragraphs like a portrait
of a basket of fruit in front of an orchard.
Please, take me back home.
Build me a home. Pick me out a home.
Let your heart lick the envelope.
Include our home zip code.
Read me that number digit by digit.
Identify with me.
Be an identity with me.
Being an identity,
I am decay.
My robe has had better
yesterdays. My slippers
shuffle back to the coffee pot
and put another poem
in the basket.
Roman Ryan 