Gazing up at the wood slats of this bed frame
I don’t feel you’ve really known me
Besides just my name
The name you gave
Where am I? All I can see is nothing
Fate is fatal and I’m shedding
So many layers of skin
Like a snake but all in one sitting
These slats have grain to which I can see
Maybe I’m in one of those lines
That once belonged to a tree
Maybe just maybe that is me
Madeleine Regal is a poet interested in the roots and interconnectedness of everything. She loves exploring through different mediums, and is a lover of the mystical and musical.