erin. teetering on the edge
of an understanding,
there's a reason
that there aren't any resolutions
to invisibility
and utter indifference;

it's like scratching your eyes out
to spite your face
because everyone does you
but you don't see yourself--
and kicking rocks off the edge of the cliff
just to see them splash in the water below
won't make it easier to believe
that jumping will make you fly.
zenfishsticks hand outstretched towards you
palm whispering to the earth
fingers stiffly splayed
as if begging for connection

hands are like paws
are like flippers
are like wings

and whether in diamond-ice sea
or liquid dark forever
as i glide smoothly
i will reach for you
what's it to you?
who go