should i be something more? more what? man, woman, human, voracious, voluptuous, extreme dangerous, scared
i’m a no man’s land – nowhere to be but here. a bombshell waiting to explode – nowhere to be but everywhere. a leg trap waiting for a limb and a detonating snap. a heat-seeking missile plunging into a glacier. a polluted childhood swimming hole.
i could be all of these…. or none.
all with no particular aim. just a vision that holds a future that’s now empty, waiting to be filled. with what? i’ll just howl for a while. i’ll sit as still as a hawk glide for a moment. i’ll just remain for a while, looking at holes.
what else is there to be?
anything, all things, more things.
or I could be a cat in tree. a child hiding under his bed from nightmare monsters.
the guy who drinks too much because he can only be with people when he’s gauge is on full. or the guy who finds, slides into a corner and waits it out.
i’m the guy who accepts invitations from heaven but like a thief, can’t get out the door when it’s time to go.
i’m your aunt, your grandfather, your cousin, your best friend, the school bully.