I like it! We all have compartments it is what we keep in them that determines who we are... I like the way chlorine and memories are written in the middle of the poem. It is like you had them in the compartment.
There are parts of us that no one... not even our closest friends or family... ever sees and like you say they are the only parts that are truly ours. I think that almost every other part is just a movie we play for our audience, ever changing and adapting... love, love the sequel, marriage, kid 1, kid 2, divorce and maybe marriage the sequel... on and on. We act in them but they are scenes we play with others and for others. Our real selves we keep in a box, protected, safe from flops... belly and otherwise. Sorry, I'll shut up--this one sparked something in my mind. I enjoyed it very much, KL Great work!
oh you are the elusive wounded butterfly! ... such a powerful thing to be able to keep some things to ourselves .. you are writing with ferocious focus i think .. center stage your metaphor burns me all over .. and then you top it with the closing verse .. thats what i think .. brilliant .. one of your best for me
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