Carved from Memory: Prose Poem
Prompt response: liminal landscapes
I will be perfect when she’s freed me, exposed me, made me —
She has no model for this, no perfect man but what she sees in her mind. For now, I am lost in this sparsely-peopled, heavily-wooded, rock-strewn land. For now, I am held between the space of air, and claustrophobia — dirt and pressure, gravity and heat — for now.