Not so keen on today’s results—this is the poem I mind least…

I am constantly getting between the sun and my shadow
which adapts by contorting itself to achieve consistent exposure
folding itself where I remain rigid

I like to think I blend in amongst the shadows
but the truth is I stick out nonetheless

They call out my fraud by their very silence
leaving the sound of my breathing to give me away

and the conversation I’ve been avoiding begins

(30 July 2017)