
Interior Design
I’m building a house
but that sounds really hard
so I’m being built in a house.
Flighty
Others see a spirit spontaneous and free as I wield my suitcase incessantly, even to strolls in the
park, but they do not recognize this as a symptom of paranoia so I can be prepared in case a
plane ticket were to swoop down at me in Central Park like a bat free and hysterical from its cave
and claws set on my thin wrists to pull me down cracked sidewalks to the airport to join the flock
hovering as a dark electric cloud above a frantic quivering mass, a black balloon bound to my
wrist coiling me through the lines and puppeteering me through the scanners as my arms lift
limply above my head to reveal my concaving skeletal sides as unarmed and vulnerable to the
larger metal bird’s gaping mouth.
Poems by Ashley Gilland
Image by Adam Strong