Its that point
Where your voice is at a fever pitch
And you’re talking excitedly just to hear yourself speak
Dawn is coming pale-whispy
Trails of gray
Embedded in her oceanic white
I feel threatened hollow-oblique
Squeamish
Contained,
Erased.
A sideshow
For all of their amusement
I am the conjoined twins
Bearded lady
Obese disfigured man
Waiting inside my circus for every town to come
And this mercury shes bubbled over now
Spreading down my thighs
These tears gleaning
Screaming from my eyelids
Releasing my emotional bonds
Setting free the prison of my
Maternal migraines
Resting
Waiting to enter from the wings