Walk on eggshells.
Don’t rock the boat.
It’s quite a feat to stay light on my feet.

How little must I weigh to keep from breaking eggshells?
How still must I stand to not make any waves?

I became zero gravity to navigate life with you.
Internally, I volcanoed; outwardly, I floated along,
never daring to crunch those damn eggshells or rock that boat.

I HAVE THOUGHTS OF MY OWN.
Splash!
I DON’T AGREE WITH YOU!
Crunch, crunch.
NO, I DON’T THINK SO.
Crunch, crunch, SPLASH!

I am me. I am weighty. I make waves.

Megan Burmester
August 4, 2018