(Calgary) (Sicilia 2)

it didn’t take rocks,
the shattering sands of bombs
the collateral of shrapnel
to pry me open.

I wanted to breathe
the external air for once.
I wanted to be of another space,
one that now I recognise is
boundless.

I wanted nothing more than an
external experience.
In this, there is doubt whether
I left inside behind the glass
the fragile creature that
introvertedness says must be protected.

but I have a theory.
that creature was meant to
expire the way metamorphosis
hits at impact when a
caterpillar looks out the window
and starts to grow wings.