If you could be a silhouette,
a fickle stranger,
a lonely outline of yourself.
A conversation the pencil has
with the thin lines of your shape.
You’ve been taught to bless your body
as the soul’s vessel,
recite in Latin without knowing
the meaning of the chants.
Is your life like the married couple
fighting over directions to the party?
The map is in her lap and he
refuses to stop and look at it.
You drive on and on,
it gets dark,
you run out of gas,
and your family and friends are so sorry
you missed such a great time.
This poem also appears in It’s Raining Lullabies by Cathryn Shea.
About the Poet: Cathryn Shea’s poetry has been nominated for Sundress Publication’s Best of the Net 2017 and recently appears in Cheat River Review, Gargoyle, Permafrost, Rust + Moth, Tinderbox, and elsewhere. Cathryn’s second chapbook, It’s Raining Lullabies, is from dancing girl press in 2017. She has poems in 2017 anthologies Luminous Echos by Into The Void, and The New English Verse by Cyberwit.net. Cathryn serves with the editorial staff for Marin Poetry Center. She lives in Fairfax, CA. See www.cathrynshea.com and @cathy_shea on Twitter.
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