a wall at the edge of my mind
my eyes said not to put it there
well, don’t believe your eyes
what is this, anyway?
is the wall to keep them out
or to keep me, the recalcitrant, in?
well, i don’t care about walls
and you’re no humpty dumpty
can a wall breach to contrivance?
feel like consensus collapsing?
well, you don’t value consensus
and i’m no citizen of the quorum
(and no one believes in democracy anyway
not anymore)
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023
There’s no such thing as the perfect birth when an egg gets cracked in the process.
On the other hand, how to get born without some generous slaps to one’s silky-smooth bottom? Gotta spill some precious yellow soul to learn that life won’t be easy—best to get acclimated to that fact right away.
The cracks over one’s shell become like wrinkles on a face over time. They’re signs of wisdom and emotional endurance. Some fragility is to be expected.
And it affords all the King’s horses and all the King’s men a reason to buy shiny new glue guns!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022
unbolt me 