I want to smile, jump up and down,
be happy but the smile doesn’t crack open neither does my teeth.
I want to scream but have no voice
yell but I am static.
I want to run but my legs are frozen, tied with an empty cord.
Handicapped by the stillness of the day
the events of yesterday, the turbulences of the has been runs through.
I want to turn around and just like magic
at flick of my finger glue fuse my being to where it supposed to be,
free of miseries
of empty stories.
No way to run
No rivers to cross
No bridges to walk to.
I want to crack up a smile but the tube has no filter.
I am calling him a she and she a him
treating mornings as evenings and evenings as mornings,
a slew of new days of wanting’s
desires of a make believe story
a bag of chips of uncertainties of tomorrow.
©️ Angela Aguiar