I aim to word a new world.

POETRY FOR THE EXILED BY DC COPELAND 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 89

I am scared of yous—their bad moods, whirling

attitudes that change due to location.

I never heard that art of the human yawp.

“In your own words.” “Do it in your own worlding.”

Yes. Yours! Be Cranky. Be Without-Comfort.

Lost in paradise! A New Paradigm.

What does it matter if I lose something?

They say, “You cannot take it with you.” What?

The material of this world? Really?

I aim to word a new world! We begin.