Splay Thing

And we will richly go past our sadnesses that come in multiples 

when least expected. we will have absorbed them into and beyond skin.

It will appear some new norm in which we half recognize ourselves,

but this will be our new selves against the grain of selfhood as defined 

by us and by our circle, our sphere, our likely or unlikely peer

group, chattel some would call them, the adherents, the unwitting fan club

convened to make us feel something amid life we did not bargain for.

All right, it's almost midnight in the body and the soul conjoined as

one unalterable nubile still point hypothesized the same one

capsized though grand, though granular, in fact, as much as a lone bluebird,

framed in the picture window I don't care about that still lingers there

despite my claim of independence and sotto freestyle non-swimming 

way of being, as if I could legitimately constrict by way

of veining veins and exploding the lanes I was taught to stay within.