Serpent

By Gracie Healey

As I am now, I may never be again;
And how wonderful it is to be such an unattainable mystery.
Forever a sum of my parts, I wander-
Not quite aimlessly-
Through jet streams and city lights and tracks for trains of thought;
Existing.
I shed a skin under each set of eyes that I catch in the hopes that I may become
A dinner conversation,
A memory,
A dream,
Immortalized within the grey matter of somebody else’s mind-
The retina’s of somebody else’s eyes-
Swimming,
Just as they are to me.
Existing.