Ode to Deformity

 

Luckless as a willow

But not as tall

I stand like a broken wheel

& the reproach of my untamable life 

Holds up its shadow–

I think I could say more

If I knew myself better.

I sense my own sinister pride.

 

What more can I add?

The wrath of a man & his song…

When I lived among roots

Deformity lived there. 

When I swam in the river,

When I worshipped the moon.

Days and nights

My sulphur, my sliding shoe…