the Y, the H, and the G
while the "y" is capitalised in the You, the "h" in the He, and the "g" in the God, i ask myself, i ask the You, the He, and the God, to make sense of the words does he want his pronouns to begin with uppercase letters? does he like these gestures of adoration?
i ask the Y, H, and G to make sense of the stars the dots that scintillate above my head is it true that these are celestial fireflies? is it true that my ancestors are looking down at me from above?
i ask the Y, H, and G why i missed my flight to the city of love was it raining in paris? are the postcards prettier than the view itself? i ask the Y, H, and G if spiders hate humans as much as humans hate spiders did they choose to be known as lethal? do they want to be known as lethal? do they even know that they're known as lethal?
i ask the Y, H, and G how to interpret my friend's absurd dreams what does it mean when an elephant starts flying? or when a person is shot dead?
i ask the Y, H, and G if chivalry is really dead or if it ever existed
i ask the Y, H, and G why i wore a smile on my face stood there like a bold, fearless being when i knew i was never okay
i ask the Y, H, and G i ask the Y, H, and G i ask the Y, H, and G i ask the Y, H, and G
i ask, and ask, and ask, and ask sometimes i get answers, but this time, only this time, i ask the Y, H, and G where i stand when it comes to you
out of all the questions, the queries, the confusion, the crises, you are the problem i cannot solve
the thought i cannot process the dots i cannot connect the question i cannot answer
so i ask the Y, H, and G to help me live with it to help me accept it because i know
that i'm not going to get the answer anytime soon