Ryan  Versaw

First edition

Down and Out Press

Want

                I want a mattress, and I want more for the fact that I do not need to sleep. All that I must do is life. I want to know how much People sleep in a day and how much people do. I know what People hear and how People listen. I have heard People compare and mock until their words blur together all nouns at their edges. From the craw that our breath is derived to the ears of all who listen, each topic must reach us in its entirety. Compare, and you blur meaning across the world. Mock, and you bring the Child closer to you than you can hold before you hold any child with love. All this pain happens to the meaning of the word until People talk without speaking. 

I want a pack to carry my things. I want more because I should not need a bag at all. My hands grip and My arms hold this world I love. I do not have to leave. I am Man. This is my home, and in this place is the People. Pa is a word for the way the people are made. Go is what we do and the way that we walk. Sa is the low to the high as the people walk up the mountain most high. Pagosa is the way of the People, and here I live. This land is Pagosa, and here is the place in which I speak. You will hear me for I will speak. I will use my name. You will know me. Pagosa is my home and the way that water flows. There will be water here and more food. The people are here with that name, and there is a way. Press is the way to bring the word written to the people. At the center of the press is the Child of this land. Press is here and the pen is hot. This Land is mine, and if I can fuck then there is a way.

Sound from multiple appliances fills the room. The computer is on. A television glows with the picture on the computer. The wattage of electric charge reaches brain mass that our neurons do to touch. In the center of our heads we can feel the burn from the wires every moment that these machines are on. We can handle the buttons and look at synthetic iridescent light on screens. There are multiple screens and blaring diction from a girl speaking of plants. There is no audience listening, and not a soul is learning.

Think of how many People We hear from. There should be ours more of learning than speaking. We should speak more than we should watch screens. These screens should feed us more than we feed the screen. We should eat more than the screen brings to our eyes and our ears of our Child. Our Mind and body must be nourished. We should just eat.

I want more to call this place more than my home. I sit here in this Land I love and feel the People here. For an exhale, I think of the People living here and how must I hear all. I want all who listen to me to consider how you derive nutrient of life from the machine you seek solace from. If you derive more than you feed this machine, then the device takes from you. If this screen takes while you are eating and does not feed you, then the machine takes your food and your flesh.

Push the screen over. Look at the place in which you live. Find a food for every day you have stared with longing, hoping something will come from the phosphorescent square. Eat and think of more that you could do. Tell the People you love to eat with you. Harvest salad and eat fresh greens. Feed your child and nourish yourself before you touch the screen again. The screen will never nourish you like this.

Any of you who read this and argue with me do not stare at a screen half as much as you claim. That is for the better.

Think of what feeds you and tell me that you love me for I am Man. Let me love you. If you call this land home and you love this land the way I do, then come to me. Tell me that you love me and eat with me. Feed me and tell me how much you love this place. Then I will love you more. Write me. Send writing to this paper. You have been called with your pen. Write only if you intend to eat with me. Then we will eat, and We will be fed.