throw my shadow into the air
god refused to develop my sickly, brittle body
but instead chose to grow my shadow 10x in size
jet black and enormous. his head knocks into a weak moon
making it sway for a bit. threatening to knock it out of the sky
he’s so wide that he sweeps the cigarette butts on the street
into the drainpipes as i walk. i’ve always envied him.
as a child found out flames don’t have shadows.
as a child just knew i would grow.
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I love how you describe how small you feel in yourself, contrasting it with your shadow.
“his head knocks into a weak moon
making it sway for a bit. threatening to knock it out of the sky
he’s so wide that he sweeps the cigarette butts on the street
into the drainpipes as i walk. i’ve always envied him.”
the use of this magical hyperbole is wonderful.
I, too, was centered on this wonderful phrasing:
“his head knocks into a weak moon”
And the rhythm of the poem is a bit of a weave, a tumbling, from phrase within lines to phrase within lines .. and then this:
“i’ve always envied him”
Which I liked, too.
Kevin
Great poem! A fresh take on self!