Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Resistance: Straying Away From Elation a bit....

A wall.
An imaginary wall.
A box.
Writing like a mime?
I was trained as a mime.

Resistance is coming from what we refuse to see. However, we might not even be aware we are refusing to see. Feeling stuck. The heat of the apartment burns like a furnace. The weight of my body pulls me down. Gravity is working. Wet verticle ponds cling to my cheeks and nose. I want to remove myself from this skin.


1 comment:

Chris B. said...


What a gorgeous poem!