i have limitless freedom.
as if i were retired.
or an as-yet untamed toddler.
i can do what i want. go where i want to go.
my only responsibility to feed and cloth and fuck (oops! ‘make love to’) a man
who i like love respect and admire.
if he’s okay, i’m okay.
sounds too good to be true.
i don’t make lunches, or do homework.
i don’t get up at dawn and rush to make it before the gates close.
i don’t set alarms.
i don’t attend mandatory meetings.
i don’t participate in a world that runs on musts and shoulds.
i have stepped outside its boundaries, never ever to return.
my cell phone is no longer my master.
my email goes days unread.
peoples expectations may continue to exist in their own minds,
but they can’t be pushed on me.
i’m free, fuck you all.
i know you’re jealous and want to cage me because you can’t be me.
the realities that confine you are of your own making.
like the walls of a mime.
transparent, imaginary, but very real.
if you’re a mime.
