It’s official thirty eight years
in the making feet hit the floor aspen
lighthearted wood each day
they find their place in the uprising
if only under my breath I skim the surface
and fires rage beneath my chest and I whimper,
I snap, it’s official, I whimper and snap
cold mastery of a life downtrodden
cold lips to say peculiarities
a warm blooded creature
mosquitoes eat my blood and crave my texture.
It’s official I find myself myself at the corner
of extremes at corners of decisions
forks in the road 555 I cannot decide
therefore I hide, therefore I hide.
A lisp that may be understood
but it takes practice I take practice to work
to spin my wheels like an incubator
feeding the egg with light and moisture
have I ever truly grown?
My life path isn’t determined not even now,
swim in no sense repetitive behaviors
that I use to separate myself from anxiety
all up in my head, it’s official it’s all up in my head,
and my body follows the trails
but where I am going,
no one really knows.
Anna Rozwadowska 2019