The Immovable Pea
To be
a scarf hunched on his shoulders,
pin clasped to lapel,
socks peeking through cuffs;
To be
a dent in the mattress, a chip in the glass,
a dash cam comrade;
to float
as an extension,
to pass
as a ghost,
should be enough,
ought to be enough…
And yet,
you are:
chip cradling gold: Kintsugi.
A house of mirrors shattered by
the immovable pea.
Our gladiator's victory scar,
smoke imprinting on skin:
Not to be,
not to be,
not to be.