'I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
and that necessary.'
I am walking home.
The heat has burnt me
Like an incense stick
If you will
Believe that I lack any palpable scent
Nor am I that that fleck of food
Stuck between your teeth
Leaving a bitter after taste.
But I have been split from home
Leaving a ghost in my absence.
They'll call out my name
And mid-word; stop and shake their heads.
I am a word
Referred to in third person.
As if euphemisms are to pain
What condoms are to sex.
Protection.
I am wearing a new pair of pants today.
Mannequins wear no expression
Yet whisper, 'Come hither'.
From now on, when I am attracted to depression,
I will think of mannequins.
When you put your hands into a bowl of water,
Science predicts they will look different
They are still the same.
I have bathed in so many kinds of water
4 AM, Holy, Tap, Chlorinated, Toxic
You'd think something would change.
You can put the best clothes on mannequins
But they wouldn't know, they wouldn't care.
They are still the same.
I am making my own pasta.
When I envision myself, it is always in third person
Like eye is divorced from I
And like eye c I better than anyone else possibly could
See
I mean, better as in
Better version
Like I was white and put into a pot and simmered until I turned into alien colours
And if you weren't there to see it
You wouldn't know if I've eaten.
Epilogue
'Tell me a story.'
'You're beautiful.'
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
and that necessary.'
I am walking home.
The heat has burnt me
Like an incense stick
If you will
Believe that I lack any palpable scent
Nor am I that that fleck of food
Stuck between your teeth
Leaving a bitter after taste.
But I have been split from home
Leaving a ghost in my absence.
They'll call out my name
And mid-word; stop and shake their heads.
I am a word
Referred to in third person.
As if euphemisms are to pain
What condoms are to sex.
Protection.
I am wearing a new pair of pants today.
Mannequins wear no expression
Yet whisper, 'Come hither'.
From now on, when I am attracted to depression,
I will think of mannequins.
When you put your hands into a bowl of water,
Science predicts they will look different
They are still the same.
I have bathed in so many kinds of water
4 AM, Holy, Tap, Chlorinated, Toxic
You'd think something would change.
You can put the best clothes on mannequins
But they wouldn't know, they wouldn't care.
They are still the same.
I am making my own pasta.
When I envision myself, it is always in third person
Like eye is divorced from I
And like eye c I better than anyone else possibly could
See
I mean, better as in
Better version
Like I was white and put into a pot and simmered until I turned into alien colours
And if you weren't there to see it
You wouldn't know if I've eaten.
Epilogue
'Tell me a story.'
'You're beautiful.'
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