Dance with heroes

is taking care of my life
and I guess you can relate.
When you told me
you were transparent,
I didn’t take it as literally
as the dirt under your fingernails
was showing me.

I long to dance with my heroes,
and I never keep up with their rhythm.
But I just dance, while people
coming out of boxes
like zombies
the world needs their instruction.

That’s what terror looks like to me,
to get distracted for a moment
and listen.
Who knows where it goes
once it reaches the ears.

I long to exchange shapelessness
for words.
things that don’t have names,
things that the people in the boxes
would never dare to say.

2017-07-09T00:35:32+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |