I am cursive.
I am cursive.
My edges are beveled ink-dipped whispers spontaneous and free but still constrained.
I am cursive.
My thoughts widespread
kerning away, p u l l i n g back
scribbling before I remember
always after I for g e t .
I am cursive.
My weight varies
and I am gentle,
vibrant and noticed.
I am cursive.
Still unsure, still vulnerable
I must edit to find
my best self
My most becoming self
I am cursive.
This poem is about:
Me