Closet
no not in that way
anyway this was a poem response project for english class last term and i realized i hadn’t shared it so here we are
i hold a thousand
kites in a field loosed from their tethers
at once, i feel
my skeleton losing track
of the beaten track that the demons
cannot keep track of me on;
when i run and run and
run;
heave for a breath
that burning lungs cannot find;
and yet i am no longer running
as i search for an end to an endless
maze—
trapped within a body no longer belonging
to me,
i still run and yet i am still, like a river churning below
a surface frozen
haven’t moved an inch and yet forever in motion
surrounded by clothes and
hangers; tap my head like the tapping
inside of my head; a hangar
for the airplanes i
taught myself to fly
for no other purpose than to run again
from the shadows cast by
the coat on a hook that hooks me;
but is no hook at all but the hooked claws of the
demons always on me
in me
around
me
no escape from the maze so instead
i simply hide;
perhaps if i cannot see them then
they will forget me
and i will forget them
and i will forget me
maybe i am
one with the demons in the closet;
perhaps i will
stay here
just a
little
longer
