Imaginary
Lines crossed in the car’s back seat
Dad arm from the front
Imaginary
Lines crossed in the car’s back seat
Dad arm from the front
Gentle seas
Jagged peaks
Sky in turmoil
So go
The many layers
Of I
The heat’s too hot
The cold’s too cool
No middle ground
To stand on
I choose one side
Or straddle both
The conflict
Still conflicted