tripwire triptych

I.

Yes, my neuroses sometimes
arrange themselves around me
like tripwire.

Other days I unravel them
like spools of yarn,
and trace them back to the
center of myself.

II.

If you listen closely

a Minoan princess

may slit the labyrinth open

from tip of head

to toe

III.

I slither on my belly,

shedding bones,

shedding skin,

stockpiling parts

with which to create

an exoskeleton

 

On the Third Day

I.
On the third day,
she rose again

emerging from a nest
of poetry scraps and shiny,
metal objects.

II.
Yes,
I awoke in the underworld,
limbless, stripped of armor
and all defenses.

Genuflected before
the reflection of my
selflessness.

Wept for the deaths
of every skin cell
I slough off, unknowingly.

 

III.
My face pressed
to cloth,
lipstickless kiss to
the holy shroud, my pillowcase –
in dreams I leave
my legacy.

IV.
They asked so sweetly,
for an autograph,
then clawed
for a strand of hair,
attempted coercion for fingerprints,
dumpster dove for toenail clippings
& other remnants
of my former selves.

V.
If you look in the tomb,
you will not find me.
There is no enclosed
sleeping beauty, waiting
to be kissed.

VI.
Despite the static,
I hear her coming through,
projections of a voice
through the telephone wires
in synaptic dance.

VII.
In the midst
of the unraveling,
you may find yourself
humming little songs
of intentional regeneration.

You may find that you are always finding
a new way of being.

 

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Hey, friends! Here we go. NaPoWriMo 2014. I’ve been scribbling in my journal the past two days, but I’m planning to get all caught up and get ’em up here today. Here’s to continuing on even when you feel like you’re scraping at the bottom of the barrel.