Tell me,
is where I always start.
The words repeated in my mind
every time I pick up the pen
or set my hands upon
the key board.
Tell me,
is part of the ritual
as if I am asking the universe
for some instructions
on how to make
the words flow
like a river
from my heart to my brain
to the tap-tap
of the keys
that make words appear
on the blank white screen
to be read and deleted
and reworked
before they make their way
out
to the world.
Tell me,
I demand.
And the words
answer my call
with a scream from my heart
that pierces the air
all around like an expert’s arrow
to the bulls eye –
precise
and unwavering.
Just Me, Jasmine Lee 