Castigated
by Rebekah Willis
Me
Hardness, fleshy, tight
Sip through straws and dribble
This
like a symbol of the essence of the thought
…of the whim when you were thinking
way too hard
Scramble
screwed on with the vigor of the fingers
that only sometimes (and then, one time) twist
turn
because they like it
when they like it
…um, and while they like it, the tugging
In my eyes, the lids, the globes, the little odes to what is never
or could be
Wow.
Who did this thing to me?
To me
the sunshine lover, who is fearful of its shine
the fitness glutton, who sits stagnant all the time
And me
the singer, speaker
whose tongue and breath and jaw decide alone without my will
And this is how it is and still
I wonder what the witless thought, who scowl at me
as if I ought to help them stay the silly same
…to veil my form and hide their shame…
A mystery for men to chide
A glory for the God to hide
A challenge fair, I must decide
Whose hands are on the reins?
Rebekah Willis lives and doggedly creates in the midwest. She has
early-onset generalized torsion Dystonia.
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