A Matter of Deviance

It’s a matter of deviance; we can have these bodily signs that expose something unusual about the signifier. Something apart, something a part of us that is inextricable and yet exposes a decided upon moral status within the routines of social intercourse. And we are forced to wear it, this stigma, like a backpack full of unknown and unnecessary weight. 

This rash of influence

An inflection in the way I walk

Like high heels but without the confidence of sound

Locked fingers and dirty fingertips

A candid tipping towards the deep end

But

Like so many knives, dulled by over-use

I am like so many lives, dulled by over-use

Cutlery in the kitchen sink 

©Christos Sagiorgis, 2023