Suspended by my ankles
in a strait-jacket
from some high building,
I extricate myself
in mid air.
While they put the jacket on,
I square my shoulders
and distend my chest
like a cunning horse.
Once I am hanging
safely about their fear
and they are safely
unable to hear the cost,
I dislocate both shoulders.
With my hands still enclosed
in the sleeves of the jacket,
I reach up my back
and fumble the back
buckles Loose.
Then I am entirely free.
From Dear Sweet Harry (page 3) by Lynn Jenner
Published by Auckland University Press
Used with the permission of Auckland University Press
This poem has been posted as part of the Tuesday Poem scheme
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Very cool, I’ve heard poetry is escapism – so this is doubly awesome.