Before I start this poem

you must know
some things I've been thinking;
about fingers sliding across keyboards
further now, telling the truth
some runnoff
of the human condition
cannot tell a lie
your identity jam is beautiful

But before I start this poem
you'll know
what you are to me is wrapped
in word parts
affixes in mouth sounds
l's, g's, k's
memories and future memories on a reel
phone, text, book, car

But before I start this poem