The Fibre of Water
some days I want to
empty myself on the table
and see who sits down.
some days
I use long as a verb.
some days I wish
I had been allowed
to be left-handed.
some days I count
eating ice cream as exercise.
some days I walk in the rain,
and walk back home in the rain.
some days I am dull as rain.
some days I can be ripped apart,
like wind through a cloud.
some days I wait for ink to flow –
some days it doesn’t, some days
it spills in messy puddles.
some days my shadow is dark
and some days I am light.
some days I empty myself
on the table and no one
sits down.
written for RDP: “identity” . Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.
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