by Jay Yonan
When a body does not match the brain
But the brain does not match the world
What is to be obeyed?
Concealed teeth
Grime of unwashed hair
The color on my nails rubbed off
Reluctantly cutting the most familial tie
As I act a mere pawn in this wretched game
Yet the self is just as potent
Take out the weight in my chest
Calm the shriek for which I utter
Just a moment of peace, I ask
A moment without such tension
Disconnection
A moment to be
Myself