I have misspoken

it happens often

My meager meanings

raised some hackled brows or

hands hide snickering smiles

gleaming eyes full of facts or

lies for egos sake

I am only small surrounded by

ticklish tender fragile giants

being broken under the wheel leaves disadvantages

Sticks and stones my mother would say

she too had been damaged

It takes getting use to

that green eyed monster must be laid low

with pride gagged and silenced

leaving only eyes watching

ears listening

scrambled brain trying to understand

These narcissistic giants have only one weapon

my mother told me once

Jagged tongues firing

hot and icy lonely wounding words

that hurt worse than anything

There hope lies in the vain wash

That Darwin takes control

His imitation of magick

could allow a shell like turtle armor or

the soft inner parts be replaced with cold marble

moving me beyond pain to the quiet comfort of waiting watching