Emily Winters                                                                                                                 

“The Method Actor and Me”

Satin sheets

Fast cars

Kneeling monks

And holy stars

Emotion layered like scarves

Around the neck,

Around the heart

Buried deep

The meaning of truth

The meaning of what I am

Golden doors at the top

Of a hill

Burning holes in aged film

Graying around the edges:

People

Cities

Pictures

Eyes

And the sky

It’s the feeling

That one gets

Near a spirit that really knows

How to fly

I know her

Because she knows how to be

How to soar

How to make it in a frost-bitten world

There’s a method

To this madness

An endless supply of oxygen

The boundless supply of pills

Shades that match a rainbow:

A pill for the sea

A pill for the green-fields

A pill to put the sun inside of me

And maybe then I’ll get some sleep

There’s a shadow

Lurking around my daydream

There’s a flash illuminating my body

Revealing my bones

Making my skin crawl.

There’s a noose around my neck

Yet still I wander free

Free to see

What they could never see

The thing they ignore

For want of imagination.