PREPARED
I am battered
Rattled by branches
And covered in twigs
Dried leaves in my hair
Scalp a little bit itchy
And nicks and scars here and there
From accidents and mistakes
From the sun pounding down
Or lightly dappled through green leaves
Of poisons gone down
Of minds made up and traveled
Of bones ground up and mulched
Of roots ripped up and cooked
And fungus chewed and steeped
Of leaves of teas left to soak and soak
Of clothes spilled upon by these teas and teas
Of too much time spent thinking
Of wrinkled brows upon brows
Of days of laughter
Cracks and stabs in skin
Injected ink
And finger stains
Of lines where once was drawn by pain
I walk through double doors that swing and clack in place
Put my face upon my head again
And tilt my hat back to view the room
It’s all quite less than I have seen before
And so I walk and walk on through, on through
The dust stirs up and collects upon my legs
I feast on all that’s been poached or scrambled, fried up good
Amongst a thousand broken eggs