My Body is a Vessel That I Will Break

I’m aging into fears

Doubts left unexplored.

Beginning to worry

I’ve been crossing lines

Everyone else could already see

Tiptoeing high branches

 (Head in the clouds)

Trespassing pathways

 (Head in the dirt)

My muscles alerted me first

Told me how unsure I was becoming.

How tired. How unbalanced.

Feb 2020

Brachial

Excerpt (Stephen Dunn)