Some baited, some thrown
Tugging my heart hitherto.
Fooling my arms akimbo.
Chin raised high.
But being reeled in
with seemingly utter
I tell myself:
this is love
this is encouragement
this is just want.
this is good.
Unhooking myself will just make this Body
My fingers are pinned; My thumbs be pricked
My eyelids pulled wide open; can’t shut them
They want me to see, but they will not let me free…to see.
I tried to wanderlust. I made a running start.
But I tripped, tangled, harder, into these lines.
I did not ask for most of them.
Not at first.
But the tsk tsk tsks
Clang so loudly
within the empty cathedral between my ears.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk….