By Nikki Viveca
You treated my identity
like I was a clumsy thief atop a wall
that borders a forbidden garden
watching for the wobble
that would cause me to fall
either down to the street where you might catch me
lead me back, lesson learned
or else
crashing to the forbidden side
where my fate would no longer be your concern
and you could walk away
sad for the loss
of your chance to be the hero
in whose arms I was saved.
If only you knew
how solid my brick road is
how certain my feet
how wide my view
how small you look from up here
as you crouch
eager for me to slip.
Nikki Viveca is a slam poet and comedian who lives and works on Wurundjeri land in Melbourne, Australia.