you

you

look at how the word doesn't seem to like the way it stands

it makes a stand even while it stands

and instead of standing straight,

it slants

as if it were pointing towards something that has been unknown to us

for far too long

you

i fail

every time i try to define who you are,

the boundaries blur

you and me and us and them and so much more

are none

y-o-u

yes, every character seems to have its own story

y is like a dance,

o an expression

and u something crouching, as if it wants to remain hidden

you

i like most

when it encapsulates a crazy 

yapping, freakshow of a person,

passionate to the ends of her hair,

spiraling out into the universe at the rate of 55 epiphanies an hour,

and mostly,

dwelling on one word

as if understanding the weight of it on this world meant

salvation itself

you

asking me to build on this word

makes for good poetry...