Bubble In this purplish blue bruise-like bubble palpable and depressing there is no connection  no exchange of energy no empowerment  nothing is me just my voicemail  and the census  to remind me who I am once everything was me simple and knowable breath

Bubble

In this purplish blue
bruise-like bubble
palpable and depressing
there is no connection 
no exchange of energy
no empowerment 
nothing is me
just my voicemail 
and the census 
to remind me
who I am

once everything
was me
simple and knowable
breath to breath
nothing was wasted
stacked in life’s 
Tupperware containers
free of barcodes
bound tight with
elastic-band
embraces

today, I saw a little boy
blowing rainbow bubbles
in the park, he was
laughing at me
with such childish glee
that I found myself
laughing back
and suddenly it was
a Banksy moment
if only graffiti
wasn’t banned