Aug 13, 2022
The Price We Pay
May 27, 2022
Off the Planet
I think that I fell off the planet.
For just a minute back there,
It was as if I wasn't present;
I was neither here nor anywhere.
I wish I'd held on tighter
And embraced the gravity,
But I was too busy thinking:
They're better off without me.
I think I fell off the planet,
And I didn't even say goodbye.
Which, in hindsight, is silly,
Because I was always somewhat nearby.
I wish I'd kept in contact.
The regret aches deep in my bones,
And I wish I'd figured out sooner;
Falling off planets leaves one alone.
I'd like to get back on the planet
And stop listening in from afar.
Transmissions can be distorted,
And the messages get quite bizarre.
I'm tired of drifting through empty space
And tired of feeling this lonely.
I forgot that we all need our friends,
And for that I am terribly sorry.
Jan 28, 2022
A Scar on my Forehead
I have
A scar
On my forehead.
It's in the middle,
Almost dead center,
Between my brows.
And I
See it
Every single day.
I notice it
Every single day.
It has been there
Since I was a child;
More than a decade, and yet
Not a single person
Not once
Not ever
Has asked
"How did you get that scar?"
Without prompting
Without me pointing it out
Without first hearing mention of it.
Did they simply not notice?
Or are they too polite to ask?
I think
The former
Must be true,
Because once I
Say "Look at this scar on my forehead,"
They look surprised
Curious
Even taken aback.
Perhaps it is politeness
But I doubt
Everyone
Can feign shock so well.
So I think
To myself
"If no one notices the scar on my forehead,"
"What else do I see"
"Every day"
"In the mirror"
"That no one else sees?"
For of course
If the scar on my forehead
Goes unnoticed,
Then so too must my acne
My enlarged pore
My skin tags
My moles
My stretch marks
My stray hairs.
Perhaps, even,
Others do not see them at all
Even with close examination.
Or, perhaps,
They are seen but not known?
Marks, flaws,
To me.
And to others?
As invisible
As the scar
On my forehead.