Corporate Shapeshifter

Day 20 of a poem a day in Januar-ay.

A companion piece to my weekly essay:

Corporate Shapeshifter

I detect spectrummed
Rejections 
From sources sadly
Unimpressive 

Is it oppression laced depression?
Obsessive based dementia?
Or just corruptive production 
Of an object’s mass dysfunction?

And so I sit with my pen
And I ask myself questions 
That I can’t comprehend 
So I’ll just write it instead: 

Why is so much evil 
Conceived in the eye of the
Ego?

Why must we perceive
Deceit defeating
Dead equals?

Every box I draw around me
Says nope—
That’s obviously a boundary 
And ejects me directly 
From bored rooms, 
Self-protection

Universe,
Consider it heard
I won’t throw dirt over
Bespoke worth 
Or invoke 
Misleading words 
Then innocently call it 
“Work”

I won’t try to fit round dreams
Into a two by two
And in fact, while we’re at it
I can see through the pattern 
And my dreams shall be shaped
Like the moon and like Saturn*
Viewed where it matters through the
Ceilings we’ll shatter 

Our dreams won’t just be round, they’ll be 
Land mass and stars 
And love and the sounds 
Of unvanishing hearts 

I will flow down the river
Savor moments

Home for dinner  

The present’s only a dream
That will eventually be seen  
Once the rear view’s
Grown distant 

And cleared
Of debris

*For my fellow Swifties 🫶

©Rachel Nasatka. All rights reserved. You can’t have her she’s mine.