I am under pins
I am an underpinning
Of an internal resolution.
No fancy revolution,
Although I wish to be an instigator
Of a Surrealist kind.
The mind is so promising,
Ill or not
Then, bust-
"You're busted,"
Like a pin jabbing the belly of a blown balloon.
Looking for an eternal solution…
Against the stigma.
Like a running leg or hand that clocks perfect time,
I wish to amuse my muse,
I concentrate to be all of me…
And submit to creative longevity.
I remember I am the underpinning
And have pins and underpins to face like…
The rush of new verses,
Manic or not.
It is the ultimate expansion of the underpinning;
Theme under thought,
Under the scheme,
Under the setting…
Until the end-
My cure to my inner faults is writing.
But the words tell and tell
As I try to kill the stigma.
Jennifer A. Fulco is a magna cum laude graduate of the University of Hartford, Connecticut. She has co-edited literary magazines at the University of Connecticut and the University of Hartford. Her poetry has also been featured in The American Dissident and Transcendent Visions. Since 1986, Jennifer says she has exhibited symptoms of a bipolar disorder. She dedicates her poetry to her mother, Jane, who allowed Jennifer to concentrate on her studies and artwork. Jennifer lives in upstate New York with her sister and their two cats.