Consistency

Feels like
born a noodle
Limp in hot water
Swirled or flung

Feels like
Need a new symbol
To release in the ether
Break open the sky

Another trip on the carousel
I’ve never
Been a face
screaming into the wind

Working up to
Legs locked on firm ground
Of knowing my body

Make a declaration:
I say what I want
And
I still don’t know