hand signals - by jenny

this road
same old, gray, dreary road
has always made me feel partly dead
sepia barns and grasses pass by
none too satisfyingly

turn by the wheelbarrow
there will be an oak tree
and a cow
and then you take a right

I've been down this road a thousand times
but somehow I missed it
I did not see this turnoff before
has this street always been here?

Side road, I think not
change of course maybe; this is no detour.


Holding my breath I make the turn
No, it's not me.
you're driving... and as you take me through the turn
you have your arm out the window to signal Right

and suddenly, as though slamming into a wall
Through a wall,
life switches modes to colorvision
and that old gray barn fades into the distance..

unhidden for me - by jenny

I see you (we) there
on the other side.
These wire diamonds are my (our) only enemy.
I wrap my fingers around the holes and reach

but it's not far enough
and my flesh welps in squares, diagonal
as my body presses into the great divide

There is a door somewhere
some there
where?

I know you (we) can find it. .

You touch me
energy - tangible
effervescence

the light boils on my skin as I reach
to press against that blasphemous wall
most hated wall
why did I build you?

I can feel you around me, in me, through me
I press again with more might and
I
fall.

Hands, head, face, body, fall
heart, fall


I see you (we) there

so close

so, so close

shiver..

/There is no wall./