Poems from Jaywing
I.
Staring at myself in the mirror is unnerving.
I think of all the girls on tv:
graceful, muscled, beautiful.
Somehow they make...
How are you? You ask.
Because that is what people like you do:
old friends who I once knew,
who I once shared a lifetime with.
You ask in...
Who are we, in this digital age,
but bits of codes and glowing numbers
Hiding behind words and pictures,
Waiting for an electronic ‘ding’...
I just keep on aching
aching aching aching
And the wound keeps bleeding
bleeding bleeding bleeding
And the world keeps on not seeing...
Imagine your emotions walking beside you instead
of residing within your stomach or throat
or wherever normal people's emotions reside
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