MASTER OF DANCE
Appearing and disappearing
You disappear me.
But here I am. Or am I?
I drown.
Then float back to the surface
Returning and returning.
A dissection
A wandering arm, is it different from a wandering uterus?
Who does it belong to? And where is it going?
What and who is behind its choices?
Am I not a natural environment?
You craft me into something
foreign, sick, wrong.
I am disappeared into otherness
Overwhelm Face Crash
Every interaction is an injury.
Flooded, overwhelmed.
There is no refuge.
I move forward and crash into the unseen.
Archives of invisibility.
I search for myself in the history, but it is see-through.
I slip through the gender gap, rendered opaque.
The dance of Inner Luminosity.
There is domesticity, expectations of the role I will play. Light and shade of the outer world cast shadows over me. We dance. My inner luminosity is attuned and responsive.
PoEms
WATER
Knowing only how to
Scream silently
Boldly stay hidden
and
Submerge my blasting mourning
into muffled depths
of darkened
numbed
s i l e n c e
and despair
But I will keep the bubbles rising…
I see myself aging, fading away, dipping into creviced skin.
There are times to choose invisibility, where the safest place is out of sight. Even the light can be too much to bear.
My hands protect me, cradle me here, quietly.
I crouch and breathe, waiting for my equilibrium to find its way home and rescue me from this unbearable ride.
