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Exhibition
I reflect upon my year,
And then reflect once more,
This time in solitude.
Time and mercy chain me down
To unveil the new exhibit
They fate me to sit in.
A temporary glass room
For friends and family
To observe, snap pictures,
Tap on the barrier.
Scared when I snarl back,
Disappointed when
Exhaustion wins its battle.
My collar shocks me
When I disobey.
Age holds a fish over my head,
I balance a starred ball on my nose
For the onlookers.
The louder they clap,
The more they drink,
The more I eat. Though,
I’m rarely hungry these days,
But I let the mackerel swim
Down my throat,
Lest they threaten
A new wrinkle, a grey, a death.
Let them deplete me as
My cage morphs into a plastic shroud
Vacuum-sealing my life
To preserve the freshness of a meat.
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