Poetry: Puppeteer

PuppeteerYou turn meLike a camera settingNormal to negativeWith a clickMy voice modulatesTo your earHigh tones dialed downPitch bent skewedYou hand me a scriptQ and A for the partyLists topics to avoidPeople I may talk toHow do I look?You look me overBlack evening dressHair up, heels highProper postureOh, you forgot these…I touch my ears,Barren of drops,ContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Puppeteer”