GEMINI RISING

I unzipped my skin and removed my flesh,

stood there with it around my ankles.

Am I beautiful?

Really look at me.

Am I beautiful?

You asked to see me.

I don’t go out often,

or talk really.

I’m the silent film going on

behind her retinas, the engineer

turning it on every day, the stage

manager saying, “lights on!” and giving

the count down.

I’m not much of a talker.

I’m a hundred feelings at once.

I’m the ebb and flow, the balance of a pendulum.

Decision maker, risk taker, bill payer;

I run the back of house.

You might not every get introduced to me,

Claire and I?

We don’t agree on much