The Intermittent Activation of My Cis' Half-Mast Trans
My lungs can't hold
as much air as I'd like.
Enough to shatter space with a scream. . .
Enough to warp time in a breeze. . .
Enough to cyclone the moment into a new configuration.
My heart can't pump
as much blood as I'd like.
Enough to send sensible rip-tides to the edges of my existence
Enough to create an uninterrupted pressure-head of vitality. .
Enough to eternally erect my spiritual mast.
My neurons can't
fire as fast as I'd like.
Enough to habituate happiness. . .
Enough to siphon my mind into a path of least resistance. . .
Enough to turn me on.
An asymmetrical gemini
with alternating current.
Jekyll's inverted face
sweating in the concave conformation
of
Hyde's inside-out head;
one foot in a buskin, another deep in a sock.