limbs arch outward the clumsy saunter of a
teenager, all right angles and knees jutting
taking food in with big swooping gestures
growth is supposed to hurt, she says
no longer teenager, still jutting out in strange
(more) and uncomfortable angles.
i think its supposed to hurt
and so i talk up the skepticism lengthen the pauses
wait for her validating professional gaze.
tell me about the hurt
tell me more about the hurt
what does it feel like to sprout wings on your shoulder blades?
springs on the soles of your feet
how does it feel?
what are you afraid of?
still a teenager
when do we stop shedding snake skin selves?
i babble like a fish taking in water to fill the time i've paid for and then say it
IT DOESN'T HURT
what do you mean?
well, i got a job teaching my people in the land of bagels and as soon as i got off the phone with them i felt my feet pulling off the ground. gravity is a theory, this pulling, this levitating away from the long skinny apartment just off the freeway, this reduction of my things to all that can fit in a shoebox of an apartment in a borough yet to be be determined.
In the lesson I teach the interviewers I say, "All dreams begin with a leap from the known world to the possible world."
Past one hour I spent listening to the sound of keyboard while I type sentences mixed with tapping of backspace button. Tapping of space button is probably the louder than of them all and that's what put the sense in letters. Inside my mind there were thousand examples of(more) getting hurt as the trigger suggested to write. It hurts when you cannot bring out he words appearing on pages of mind. When your voice is unable to carry out the inner voice inside your head. When you are unable to describe what you are feeling..
Well I suffer the most and unable to bring those examples which I first thought to write.(less)