Disfigured Fame

by Andy Jackson

Andy Jackson

a disguise would only make you more conspicuous
everyone knows you (or thinks they do) it's never particular
features—wheels, absent limb, pattern of skin—but the whole
picture suffused with elephantine euphemism you know that guy
he's really (pause) tall stooped, am I crouching to duck under

the unsaid? attention creates the body (breaks it in two)
so in a recurring dream passenger in a familiar and enigmatic vehicle
I'm too cumbersomely elongated to limbo the loping curve of powerlines
crossing the road my head makes it through but my back
gets stuck every time course I shrug off each line

only to awake surface into the double-taking public, always
before a thought or pause shoehorned into excess and defect (too human
and not enough) a word or a stare is a kind of foot-binding
still we long to burrow into our own private ( ) knowing

a mirror can be an undisturbed surface
slow caress of mist on water a body
can be a closed parenthesis ) or open (

Last updated September 21, 2022