Where are you - Jenny Price
Lingering in unlit hallways
Sewn into curtain seams.
Under bottles of patchouli hand soap
Or orange blossom bath salts.
In the chain links of a cross
Or on a surgeon’s scalpel.
Skewed on teeth of a zester
Or mummified in plain flour.
Under a pillow
Or under the sofa.
Under a burqa
And laced lingerie
Wedged under nails of a passed relationship
Or in the fingerprints of my husband.
Wedged on x chromosomes
Wise man has little to offer.
Only two sets of genitalia
One Barbie
One Ken
Below the epidermis
Sleeping within capillaries.
Under the freckles of fifteenth year old self
Or greying hair follicles of fifty year old me.
Under a box of Gundam kits
Or under a box of makeup kits.
Under The God Delusion
Or Where The Moon Isn't.
Why are you never in one place?
Contributor's Note
I am currently in my second year of studying a Bachelor of Arts/Bachelor of Science (Tech) conjoint. I am majoring in English and Psychology under my BA side and Biological Sciences and Environmental Science under my BSC. I have always had a passion for writing and plan to do so in the future of my studies.