Poem by Ryan Condon
My unchanging trajectory suspends me by the neck
And uses me as a shield:
My body dangling through brush made of brick and flesh,
My mind dawning blinders that hide what I know.
My inertial tendencies narrow my senses:
My eyes fully adjust,
Sensitive to any change.
My skin responds only to damage,
While gentle touch goes unnoticed.
My ears grow fine filters
That let in only what I must hear.
I watch them cherish the moment that we must share
With blissful eyes and broad shoulders,
Absorbing existence while I sit passively.
Suddenly I sense a world that is grey and bland,
Yet I know it to be full of illustrious hues;
I saw it once as such.
For it is I who has changed,
And in my ignorant certainty,
I ask myself how I could ever love
All the things that they love.
So I change course.
Blood rushes to my cold limbs
And I feel the goosebumps cover my skin.
My pupils dilate,
And grey shines into gold.
My ears now devoid of wax,
I finally listen
And remember how their voices comfort me.
Able to feel,
I present my teeth.
Never has a smile felt so involuntary.