~
there are no round corners
my imagination is akimbo
jolts of current spark within context
without setting light
What to do?
~
I gather the dexterity needed
and carry it to the scales
only to find
it weighs more than I do
~
my skin is transparent
I employ a magnifying glass
angling towards the sun
the beam passes right through me
blazing and unhindered
~
I bulk up
looking for muscular advantage
and slip easily into the crowd
our words are hot but cool off fast
leaving nuggets between my teeth
~
I turn invisible
and pass easily through the crowd
floating a few inches off the ground
I still stub my toe
while leaving no footprints
~
I want to weep like a child
but worrying about the leak
I put duct tape on my face
covering my mouth
leaving space for my eyes
~
awkward and exploding
my imagination
is no longer rooted
in safe ground
I am uncomfortable
I am vulnerable
profusely sweating
in the slipstream
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painting and poem: Jana H. White