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New Shape
I draw a yellow circle on the pavement
I wear the chalk down to my fingernails filling it in
I smudge the bright dust to make it solid
To make it cover any remaining flecks of black road
I wipe my hands as I stand
I take an anticipatory breath through my grin
I step into the middle
My eyes close and my chin points towards the sky
My spotlight at last, on me
And me alone
Oh?
Why does the air still feel cold?
Why don’t I feel the warmth of gaze?
Opening my eyes
My imagination falls out of the sky
There is no gaze
There are no eyes
Only an expanse of empty road
With dirt creeping in on the sides
Oh.
No spotlight, only sunlight
Suddenly I don’t want to be seen
I don’t want the warmth, I don’t want the gaze
I don’t want me and me alone
I start a new chalk and I draw a new shape
I draw an empty corner
Where the yellow doesn’t reach
I sit in my corner with my knees to my chest
I fit perfectly
Without the me
And just alone
Copyright ©
Lila Head
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