Identity
Who are you?
I am the happy tree
The Mammal
The eggshell you avoid crushing
Who am I?
You are a red dress
Covering bruises and cuts
Socked in fabric and blood
Who are we?
You are the deep ones
Your faces don't appear
on white cellulite
Who are they?
They were here before us
Or arrived later
They linger on toilettes
Because they can
Who?
Not you. Not me.
A passing cloud shaping itself
around our daydreaming
A monster in disguise
Are?
Isn't it time to unveil
The new old face of blue
Seeking sand in a beach
Now?
Or later
Time can be shaped around our nightmares
In flows and breaks
Up?
Or down
Depending on where your head is
Earth is above
And old sadness below
In?
Or out
A body moves itself
As it learns to bend
Happy?
An Obligation in and by itself
Looking, searching, losing
Far from oneself
Intimacy?
Away from or direct soul penetration
shapeshift or mold
Run or freeze
Small?
Keep growing smaller
Until one day
we will call this cold drawer home
Copyright © Manar Ammar | Year Posted 2015
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