Everybody Lies

4:00 pm and still in bed

Like a jellyfish, my body

morphs. 


Doorways become my objective,
and the drapery my haunt.

You can find me, sequestered into small spaces —

a square, an egg, a disc.  I lurk in the back,
the lost soul, the invisible one, one without hope. 

Sometimes, I prey on krill. 
        It's unnatural,  they say.

But I chose this shape, this ambiguous enigma.
I wrapped myself in jelly in the hopes that
the fall would not affect me,

in tentacles so you could not come close. 

Unused to the shape, I mistake tentacles for feet;
but my body is placid, brainless, spineless, indentured to the waves of the world about it. 

My purpose is moot, so my body morphs

to a shape unneeded and impenetrable. 

~Hammeh