April 5: Phantom

by allisonkujiraoka

The conditions were good

But I bore no bloom

Nor sank my roots down deep.

I hovered tip-toe through the streets.

Pinballing invisible walls of social grace

Second-guessing that look upon your face.

But I’m beyond providing proof

I straighten my spine like the school kids do

Face the headwind of queer curiosity

And keep my lingering wits about me.