i know it's "all in my head" but I cannot ignore
the way that smiles belie snarls and
furred paws hide the most wicked talons
that will penetrate my lungs as my breath rushes out
in relief or fear
how do i know what's rooted in reality or what
the dauntless temper of my mind says in fright
and now i'm here, landed from my flight
fixing my hair on camera and
I know this is a joyful trouble to you
listening to the ceaseless rattle that parades in front of my eyes
a marching band on an August afternoon when the heat lays thick
banging their drums to the anxious beat of my heart
gold-tasseled boots in step with my restless motion
though the ferris wheel still spins merrily
and when I remember what you've taught me
i can choose the way I breathe
no matter what it is in my head
you will be here with a listening ear and
reassuring physicality
YOU ARE READING
metamorphosis
Poetrya collection of poetry written during quarantine, the tumultuous 2020 school year, and the entering into a post-covid world. randomly updated.
