Shadow Study
When someone is yelling in a movie, I turn
the volume down. She was running
in a field, though nothing
was chasing her and there was nowhere to go.
The truth was this: We are each
running for our lives. Flailing
our limbs as if split-bodied, ill-mattered,
tired with the decades but desperate
enough to run. What form does a void
take in a field as relentless as stone? I felt most
myself when I was least loved.