I leak my information 

Like a new mother

Who can lactate even

At the sound 

Of someone else’s baby crying.

Yearn for me!

Cry out to my soul!

And my soul will love yours!

Or I can leak my information 

Out to you in code,

Like a whistle blower,

Or a spy, captured behind 

Enemy lines.

My Love, I’ll blink in Morse code,

Praying that you understand 

The coordinates of my location,

And that you’ll come and save me from

The hordes of my detractors, 

Or, just the legion of doubting Thomas

Thoughts I like to call my brain.

Call out to me!

Snap the chain of my eventing,

Remind me who I really am again.

-jenn