How do you feel?

Like a confetti of flesh 

and muscle in a haphazard heap –

not as lean as I would like.

What is your state of mind?

My mind is a papery wasp’s nest.

My thoughts white larvae –

present, but dormant

and malleable.

Lacking the wings

which would enable

them to fly from the nest.

~ Previously published in Ibbetson Street (May 2006) and Flutter (September 2006)