The Minds Cube by: Pamela Gonzalez, Archival Inkjet Print, 2019
Enchanting
There’s a realm where even I don’t exist.
Where fountains don’t flow
and clocks cannot tick properly.
People are prey there
and tremble behind glass that
holds back nothing.
Though I don’t exist there
it feels like I do.
Nightshade is no longer a
poison. It binds me
to sparkling fear,
making me feel like my heart isn’t mine.
It’s disconcerting, really, feeling like
something of mine is not mine.
I can yell witchcraft but no,
it’s not that.
Enchantment is more the word,
I think.
The heart just holds the memories
I don’t think the mind
can handle. I feel them
and know of more things
than I probably should.
There’s a realm where I don’t exist,
but my heart does.