knock out

Sometimes I picture myself just standing behind your teeth. Knock knock. A rap on your insisor to ask you to open up. Maybe if you were feeling generous, you’d let me have a peek at the world outside. Marvel and praise like you’d expect. You’d hear and acknowledge me a little and then you’d gently nudge me back in with a finger. Back in blackout.

inpsalmnia no.13

She’s struggling against my hold on her. She’s just as strong — we’re evenly matched but I’m on top, holding her back. She’s looking right back at me, wide-eyed, nervous, searching for any hint about what I’m going to do to her. But this poor girl can’t even look at me straight. I could see that slight tilt of her face, as if she could avoid any of this. All too familiar. She fights harder and manages to pull her right arm out from my left. (Eyes fixed on the blade,) she sweeps her bangs back over her eye and she relaxes her body. Relinquishment. We smile at each other. What a perfect reflection.

freethinking [inpsalmnia no. 3]

but I still want to know

if I’m spinning at the same direction and speed as the earth, does my world cease to spin?

and if I’m moving faster than the wind is moving against me, can I say it’s windy?

my eyes are tearing up

it’s getting hard to breathe

but I still wonder

what will hit the ground first?