A Poem: On Disassociation
Sliding through and between
Code switching takes on a whole new meaning
She's speaking--I'm feeling
She's moving--I'm frozen
Her words--I didn't say that
Her actions-- I didn't do that
What did I come in here for?
What did you say?
Who am I?
I have to retrace my steps
Go back to where we split.
Face the reason, collect up my parts
I use tape these days--
the glue rips the skin when we pull apart again
It doesn't hold as well, but
We need space from one another every so often.
But now I'm driving & her foots on the gas
And now she's taking a selfie & I'm her filter
And I feel sick & now she's smiling
So I get thirsty & she orders a whiskey
So I stand to leave & she walks us to the dance floor
And I finally feel my center
and we fall in this rhythm
and for a moment we're connected.
In this moment we are clear.