Immortality

I can feel it happening:

I’ve stopped living my life.

Eric Forman.

Sam Winchester.

Vicky Austin.

Anyone but me.

“13 responses by women on why they’re still single”

All actresses.

Some I agree with, some I don’t.

Isn’t my answer good enough?

My job for the summer:

embody Emily Dickinson.

My body is stuck

in a box of six “why?”s.

I point to my heart—

“emotions are deceptive.”

I point to my soul—

“you’re forgetting depravity."

I point to the book—

“context makes that irrelevant.”

I point to my mind—

“there’s too much pride in man’s reason.”

So I cut myself down,

cover my head with old shame,

and within this box I slowly decay.

I can feel it happening:

I’m both dead and alive.

Don't peek inside so I can remain both.