For dVerse’s MTB Opening lines…beginnings prompt:
I didn’t think to fold my shadow
and place it in the overhead compartment,
or under the seat in front.
It should have been mentioned
in the pre-flight warnings. Continue reading
Don’t gaze into my eyes to look for my soul –
eyes are windows for the soul to look out
from the darkness behind.
From the outside,
they are only curved one-way mirrors,
reflecting back your own reduced and distorted image.
My currently hideously swollen ankle (see attempted matricide) reminded me of the last time I was stung by a bee, and decided that I really needed to get rid of my hive. This is an abridged version of the poem I wrote at the time:
My hand slowly swells
as the venom spreads,
until, stretched smooth,
all the wrinkles disappear
and all the tiny hidden scars
stand out clear –
my history, written on my hands. Continue reading