In a motionless winter,
a hibernated state of mind,
life freezes in intermission
and now we grow.
We walk through a still,
now lonely neighborhood circus,
dressed in gaudy attire
feathers and masks.
Locked in the room of mirrors
everywhere a horrific reflection
of our misshapen figures.
Disappointed eyes.
We try to escape the image.
Use the sledgehammer
or the starvation but
nothing can break the glass.
After all these years
we're used to the taste of
disenchantment, regret, letdown:
Salt and coveted bile.
Try to smash our mirror
but you soon you will evanesce
in a feat of magic.
Your show must continue.
Ours ends tonight.
Jacket
We wear our jackets
as an alibi.
Innocent until the sun
provides ample evidence
to make us the guilty party,
we scar more than ourselves.
A jacket cannot conceal
what is already known. Redeem
my crime; there is an
innocence in honesty.
Two-dimensional
Lie me down in a line of lead,
I want to be two-dimensional.
An empty space between inky strokes
turn my skin into a blurry edge.
Smudged freckles and a paper heart
I want to be flammable.
Make me abstract, unformed.
I could be a rectangle
as long as I'm not wide.
Erase organs, the tissues
the cells, the structure
I want to be weightless.
Rip me from a notebook
I want to be a memory.
Tack me to a wall, hang me in a gallery
recycle or trash this
bone and flesh and matter.
I want to be a representation.
From the Bones:
We loathe the skin we are
engulfed in.
The flesh, the soft
juxtaposes our rigid frame.
Pure joy is the protruding
(the collarbone, the knee, the elbow, the ankle, the knuckle)
when our outline pushes through
our supposed protection.
Could we calcify, petrify
turn the excess to a rock?
Unmoving and silent
our form would remain stiff,
lying, practicing death.
Flaunt
Like Frida and her uni-brow
time to accentuate my flaws
flaunt my insecurities:
the almost Vulcan eyebrows
and thunder thighs,
curves and rolls,
an acne-d face, scarred.
Muss of curls
that never lie straight,
those color changing eyes
refuse to move as one.
Right leg is larger.
Find beauty in the imperfection
- Maybe come to love -
Take the time and flaunt.
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