April Anthology 2018: against the siren (04/20)

Not my words

Pounding in me

Not my words

Call the dance -

You can refuse to meet the fiddler

But you’ve always had the chance.

Not my words

Cloud the sunshine

Not my words

Wash the street -

Mark them up to daily grind,

They’ll tell me what I shouldn’t eat.

They’ll tell me when I shouldn’t speak,

When to move or to lie still.

They’ll tell me that it’s dark out there

As the very sun comes up the hill.

Not my words

May not own me

Not my master

I am no one’s toy.

I own my heart and fingers,

I will sing the stars with baretooth joy.