Thighs
Silhouettes anchored
to the wall
I do not see movement,
still I stall
Big, black shapes
grow even nearer
Palm trees and monkeys are here.
My friends say I’m safe,
that I’m doing well
Trillions of them hum,
well inside tell.
Well inside tell.
(well inside tell.)
Sleepy voices,
midnight conversations
Creeping choices, seeking validation
Walking back so late
mcdonalds
Talking so cold and
you hold me
The wall is me and
I’m in the wall
Fluorescent microbes
eat
at
my
ears
Still I stall.
This poem is about:
Me