inhale, deeply

today, floating ethereally
lids, heavy
mind, clouded . . . shapeless

this moment, eternal
this day, this life

exhale, slowly

goodbye innocence
goodbye rose-colored glasses

my mother sheds her skin
she is filled with maggots,
rotten, decaying

my father, a ghost, a fantasma
sentenced: the executioner of hope,
and dreams

i, i, i am breathing

my skin, a lifejacket
my eyes, cellophane-covered soul

© 2004 Matt Rydeen