I is for Interlocking Rubaiyat
I is for….Interlocking Rubaiyat. Rhyme scheme is aaba, bbcb, ccac.
I do not know how to live in this skin.
There is flesh, with bone, muscle, blood within
All beating with the same dull pulsation
But my identity feels plastic, my words full of tin.
I transfer through moments solely by compulsion
Or maybe the instants are all in convulsion
And first infant, then grown, I am being birthed into life
I am caught in time’s ridiculous propulsion
If I could look ahead and see midlife
See myself as some man’s wife
If I could look back, retrace it all again
I might know myself before the afterlife.