Monday, June 19, 2017

tiny dancer.

possession is when: spirit sees
star power, targeting it- destination
supposedly the end
of suffering. being so serious a mission,

i understand there is no room for what was (me).

it makes me it. this is something different than
how i make others me. i am its room
is how it differs. dancer

teaching me how to dance, or, undoing my
taming. no funeral

for former inhibitions.

it lurks
underneath now, swamp monster
i suffocate, whose breath

i believe to be separate from mine; "i am the battery,"
all that uneven power dynamic crap.

often i try to reenact you.

until i come out of personal coma
you are shadow.