The difference between then and now
Is that I’m painfully
Aware of my own existence. The difference is external
And internal, the imprint was made by reality’s effect
On me, but now is made
By my effect on reality, and the reality is
There is none.
The physical realization equivalent to the smudge
Left behind by dried out erasers trying to correct
Their writer’s mistakes.
Like trying to walk through a wall
That isn’t there yet here
You still stand despite your many steps
Forward, backward, <— s i d e —> t o <— s i d e —>.
Now sit and doubt the existence of me
I think I’ve forgotten.
Biographical Note: Macey King is currently finishing her senior year at Truman State University with intent to graduate in the spring. Hailing from St. Louis, Missouri, she plans on returning home after graduation to work her current job as a grocery store cashier while continuing to write. She wants to write fiction, but has also grown to enjoy poetry and nonfiction in her college years. She dreams of someday publishing a graphic novel.