‘Round the Corner
By J.R. Kuwanksi
Walking on glass ceiling. The cracks are there.
Above: sunshine, conversations with girls; weekends away with friends; out to dinner and discussions of politics. Clean open homes with triangle couches. Casual games of tennis and independent film. Wholegrains and white wines. Pride and sympathy and liberal leanings, charity in good measure. Fall back funds and extended family homes. Elongated career searches and consideration of Masters programs. Fun nights out and talk the next day. Healthy bodies and good looks. Four limbs, white teeth. All is well. Struggle only in the abstract.
On single plate glass. How could you not look down. The sign reads ‘Take care. Be Aware.’ When will it break.
Below: A corner too fast. Biological mishap. Drooling now. Wipe your mouth. Mother helps. Darker room. Medical dictionary. Nerves awray, muscles wither. Avoid eye contact. Thought of pretty girls only hurt. How would you explain the brown bag. Whole in your stomach. Be judged.
Uniform job. Smile for the customer. Move again, how are you going to pay? Crowded now, little sleep. Dangerous. Pain there. Numb embarrassment that always stays sharp. Consider taking the chance, violence pays. Need is heavy. No time. Too tired. Where’s the peace? Disease running through your veins. Dirty and mouldy in here. Can’t see out. There is none. Debt in arrears. Threats are made. Do you opt out? What about the others though. How much longer? Up early, work late. Told it’s your fault. No rest when lying down. Shallow breathing, hollow eyes, hospital beds. Shame. Wait in line, come back tomorrow.