Je Ne Sais Pas

In a room seven by ten feet,

I sleep, restless and aware

of the unruly red writing

beneath the heavy floor stain.

I wait, in brass-cradled bed,

for muffled, blocked light

to seep through my alley window

and soak my whitewash white

dresser clean of night.

Eventually, it comes,

crawling on faded footsteps,

belly dragging

over thrown clothes

lying in frozen poses.

I lie out of light's reach,

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limbs askew, flat,

like some Egyptian stance.

My thoughts are birds

that fly in an erratic cloud

from nothing, then place to place.

My head, with predatory reason,

slips and lisps into snake shape.

I dream I remember I once

had spoken French

as a child with time before

school. My life seemed unlit,

through eyes both open and slit.

My past was an egg all full,

but blank and unopened,

its origin so foreign to me now.

- Kat Isacson

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