I sense a dark storm is looming over.
Someone told me that I should not be afraid
of all the tragedy impending. Even if the winds
blow me empty at will, I should not cower.
There are intruders- those unwelcomed visitors
breaking and entering the skin I lived in.
I forgot the keys, my memory slips
down in the labyrinth of forgetting.
I search for clues, deciphering a code
among the pages in the book of days.
I misplaced the sign- “don’t disturb”
among the shards of broken plates,
of broken glasses in the kitchen.
Where did I put our picture frame?
I can only hear whispers from strangers
whose faces I have seen for the first time.
Ruling my house as if they’re kings and queens
breaching a territory, our serfdom of privacy.
I blame these disrespectful marauders
for letting me swim deeper into the pool.
I got tangled in the maze, finding myself.
Don’t they know it’s an abyss down here?
Don’t they know how it feels to get lost
sinking deeper among piles and boxes
of photographs, of letters, searching-
a faint remembrance of the two of us.
They keep on robbing me of something.
Zoo Logic
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Freedom is an open door to a cage.
Yet another cage must be opened
like animals, we are hesitant to move.
For the years we lived in it, self-made.
A niche. A home. A nest. A dungeon.
The city streets became a zoo
and life has turned us into one.
We migrate and roam like animals do.
Constantly in fear that patterns change.
Season after season. Year after year.
Territories we keep from somebody’s
breaching our personal space.
We accept no disturbance to our boundaries.
Yet we think we are free? Alone.
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