ME

Fat, flabby body,
Vacant eyes
Chubby cheeks,
Pallid, spoilt-milk skin.

But sometimes,
When I least expect it
I feel a twitch in my fingers
A sudden spark in my brain
And then I’m running furiously across the page
Skipping, screaming
Flying with my words
Twisting and dancing
Spirit without a body
Wisp of smoke in the air
Higher and higher
Higher
Burst into flame
Of a million different colours

Flat

Then like a balloon losing air
As it climbs down from
Its dizzy height
I am myself again
Boring
Plain
Faceless woman, lost
In the crowds of civilization

But sometimes,
When I least expect it,
With my writing-
I can fly.