“I wrote a poem that makes no sense”


Once upon a time
I was balancing on the wall
and spinning out of sight.
Each finger-prick and toe-tap
driving me out of my wits, my mind
melting in the freezing heat
of dark cold warm insanity;
A juxtaposition of me and
whoever else I want to be
or who wants to be

A spirit in suspension
dwelling on the edge of a cliff
over jagged stone
under murky pools –
This is my threshold,
I have reached my limit.
I am ready to jump
and be caught
or not
and breathe
or not
but wherever I land,
let it be a place
that has

EJZ 03.23.2015