Sarah Thomas

Hypocrite

It's a fraction line
Not inherently positive or neutral
Between im and ex
plosion

It's equal force
In opposite direction
Oppositional violence
Is all that can keep it still,

My skin
This body that I keep my body in, this skin
This body that I fill up with my body's sin

is being tried

With pressure of equal distribution
Pressing equal distributing
Such two pains
Such duel things

yet it is not predicted that I will tire

I have talked myself
Into appreciating everything
I have the ability to feel
I have the ability to feel
Things on both sides
At one time
My hand twitches and we collide
I and my second face
I and my inner unknown I

am being tested

Everyone would like to see me choose a side
But it's I versus I and the odds are tied

I allow them to amputate
One Arm
To see all the layers of me at once
To see that fragile tension that I trust

It's a fraction line
A hair line
A thin line
Between im and ex
plosion

Surprised not to shattered when I move so fast
To the center of me
When I move so fast
In your radius

Trying to climb out of myself
And trying to crawl into myself

I stay just here, myself

Clenching my teeth
Steadying my breath

Watching my many nerved self

Feel every little ending
When they start again

And if I don't push back I'll be caved in
And if I don't push back I'll be pushed off
And if I don't push back I'll be knocked off

Imploding explode exploding implosion

Fragile tension that I trust