Change wears a mask.
I try its face on mine.
I wink. I smile. I cry.
I want to see behind
What stares beyond.
I take out mirrors.
I sculpt the present.
I look at how light
Plays the angles.
I dance in shadows.
I move before she does.
Then she becomes a he
Tapping a tune I don’t know.
I learn quickly.
I am too fast for my own good.
Yet this is not a race.
There is nothing to win
And everything to lose.
I wear the right shoes.
I put on dark lipstick.
I buy sunglasses for the moon.
I court joy as if feeling
Were a date I could break.
I want to laugh until life
Shatters all my teeth.
I want to scream at a pitch
So high wolves howl for me.
I want to make appointments:
Tomorrow I do that.
This habit must go.
This habit must come.
I would have made a better Nun.
Up before dawn.
Prayers. Silence. Simple food.
A community of uniforms.
A common goal.
The higher life.
Mine has been low,
Like a rat in the underground.
My insides are charred.
My heart is scarred.
My mind is acute.
This thing I do called living
Doesn’t deny me a thing.
This life I lead creates
Valleys with alleys and has
Meadows with faeries
And mountains to climb.
Balance is a game:
Tug of war.
My rope is longer.
My hands are stronger.
My feet dig deep into the earth.
I pull and pull and pull
Until I realize all need
Asks is for me to let go.
I fall on my ass.
I see the clouds.
A ladybug lands on my pinky.
The grass is warm.
The sun is hot.
Freedom never felt so good:
It’s held somewhere between
Yes and the unknown.
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Editor: Kate Bartolotta
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