Were it not for this teflon
-these confines of my skin,
I would be like a firecracker
bursting out from within
I comport myself for social decorum’s sake
and stroll through life
whistling whatever tune my lips make
-Very carefully
peeling back layers of me
trying not to resent my skin
for keeping me in

©Vivian Zems

Hedge 55– a poem in 55 words