the last few weeks have felt odd
by which I mean, I feel odd in the world
kinda vulnerable, exposed
like hiking above tree line
keeping one eye on the clouds
expecting the lightening at any moment
feeling like nothing fits anymore
places that used to hold me
now pinch like brand new saddle shoes
that I want to hurl away from me and
scamper ahead barefoot, barefaced, unapologetic.
voices, sawing back and forth on my skin,
every word utterly abrasive
but still they keep nattering on
bleating and blatting
expecting me to give a shit
disconnected from time
as if I am no longer wound
into the mainspring of it
as if past, present and future are all now
I don't want to play nice anymore
I don't want to compromise, to listen
to please everyone but me
I want to overwind the spring
until cartoon boing-y noises
splinter out of it
I want to shoot them all the bird
hit the road with my thumb out
and see where it takes me