still sticky, still [hollow] dreams of sweet things
(Note: Like the subject of this poem, the poem can be read "internally and externally": with or without the brackets. Enjoy.)
you puffed [yourself] out in front of me in front of everyone
a sugar coated bubble
of [ empty ] air
but your eyes wandered when were were
alone
as you
puffed [yourself] out,
bubble burst, broke with
a gun-shot anger,
and I saw [you were empty ]
plastic, [you] had been it all along-
[you are still empty ] stuck to me.