I am ready,
I have been reunited with all my pens;
now nothing is too bright, too loud, too big.
Mighty disorders in my head prepare
for cavity searches and branding looks
prod me to savage lockdowns in my skin.
I am ready
for the failure of disguise, the barge
of things formerly held to scale
and emergence of people as their imaginings.
But should I fail to choose them carefully
words will hand me over.