Jody Zolli

I find myself unfolding
An emotional origami
Of deeply hidden surfaces

Interred long ago
Under awkward, urgent shapes
Pleats concealing pain

I can’t quite recall
Folding in upon myself
Creased, clouded, convolute.

Set off by slight things
I keep falling
Into my own pockets

A thought pirouettes
Where it shouldn’t ought
And disappears me with it

I’m ill at ease
In my alien landscape
Uncharted territory

I sit, survey, surmise
A stranger to my own
Inner architecture

I must map myself
Sense my seismology
Master this strange terrain