frog in the throat

i.
unevolved
without words to reference
or contextualize
indecisive punctuation
not knowing whether to ask
or declare
or merely pause.
polywog.
polypotential.
somehow pollyana
despite inhabiting
inchoate darkness
unknowing of
where one ends
and the world begins.

ii.
getting a leg up
to be bolder than the sysiphian
boulder
the secret copied from
another mode of transport
through another medium
solid surfaces acting and
reacting against one another.
if only there were
a ground to kiss and talk to
in the tunnel of this throat.
if only too the world above
didn't burn, and this
elaborate feather-like
apparatus would become
vestigial.

iii.
i'm ready for the world
with a bound up potential
of energy wound within
my legs.
scientists once proved
voltaic cells through these very legs
legs which taste the same
as other beings that could fly
and cross roads
and lay conundrum eggs.
and the air fills me like a bubble
and i would burst into a song.
but somehow the egress is blocked
and i must sit and squat
in the bottom of this well
waiting for some princess
to drop a golden bauble
so i can pretend a role
in someone else's fairy tale.