Unzipping My Skin

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Poetry is a physical,

invisible source of light

that peeks from

holes inside of us;

it is a voice for the

physicality of eyes and fingers

and a product of the process

of healing from little scars

and gaping eyes and ears

of small children.

A “journey of a nervous impulse,”

it is an untreated spasm

sifted in neurotic channels

and recorded in words that flip

Webster’s dictionary,

leaving it to wander


A poem is the insertion of

ideas but mostly parodies

from someone else’s mind

because all of the memorable lines

have already been written.

Why, then, do I continue

to unzip my skin

and let others peer inside,

all the time wondering

if I revealed

too much…too little…

or just enough to make them wonder?



Joanne Zarrillo Cherefko

Award-winning educator and published poet: A Consecration of the Wind, Fragmented Roots, and Souls Tilled Like Soil. Website: www.joannezarrillocherefko.com