poetry: popped

used to brag about wearing
kid-sized shoes, as if tiny
was akin to worthy. today 
my heel exploded, hornet 
angry, stung. i’m rabbit 
snared, lion thorned, bigger
and bigger and bigger. 
ballooning, blossoming
toward madness, spinning 
like teacups, too tall for this
ride, let me off. off, off…


*72/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day. All photos are mine.

20 thoughts on “poetry: popped”

  1. What a powerful and wonderfully unsettling poem! The transformation from proudly wearing “kid-sized shoes” to feeling like a “rabbit / snared” and a “lion thorned” captures so vividly the sudden experience of becoming too much—too large, too overwhelmed, too aware.

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