āI want you to tell me about every person youāve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didnāt think youād live through. Tell me what the word home means to you and tell me in a way that Iāll know your motherās name just by the way you describe your bedroom when you were eight. See, I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate, and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms or would leave your snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when theyāre sad even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name, and if you often lie awake at night and imagine your motherās joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you to tell me all the ways youāve been unkind. Tell me all the ways youāve been cruel. Tell me, knowing I often picture Gandhi at ten years old beating up little boys at school. If you were walking by a chemical plant where smokestacks were filling the sky with dark black clouds would you holler āPoison! Poison! Poison!ā really loud or would you whisper āThat cloud looks like a fish, and that cloud looks like a fairy!ā Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin? Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea? And if you donāt believe in miracles, tell me ā how would you explain the miracle of my life to me? See, I wanna know if you believe in any god or if you believe in many gods or better yet what gods believe in you. And for all the times that youāve knelt before the temple of yourself, have the prayers you asked come true? And if they didnāt, did you feel denied? And if you felt denied, denied by who? I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day youāre feeling good. I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day youāre feeling bad. I wanna know the first person who taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass. If you ever reach enlightenment will you remember how to laugh? Have you ever been a song? Would you think less of me if I told you Iāve lived my entire life a little off-key? And Iām not nearly as smart as my poetry I just plagiarize the thoughts of the people around me who have learned the wisdom of silence. Do you believe that concrete perpetuates violence? And if you do ā I want you to tell me of a meadow where my skateboard will soar. See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving, and if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes from other peopleās wounds, and if you dream sometimes that this life is just a balloon ā that if you wanted to, you could pop, but you never would ācause youād never want it to stop. If a tree fell in the forest and you were the only one there to hear ā if its fall to the ground didnāt make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didnāt exist, or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness? And lastly, let me ask you this: If you and I went for a walk and the entire walk, we didnāt talk ā do you think eventually, weādā¦ kiss? No, wait. Thatās asking too much ā after all, this is only our first date.ā
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