Lines Fine, Chiseled & Bold/
Shadows Lighten to Darken/
Forms Blurry then Sharper/
Shifting Angles – matter-Antimatter/
put to shame.
& I- this mesomorph figure***
All-together LOSING shape:
Increasingly loud in my head Mingling pseudo-REALities switch Breaking frames in visceral urge in shredsWalk in fractures past the safety exitThoughts-tangle-in-this HOMEnotFamiliar.
& I: this choreographed silhouette***
Torn-apart MENDING selves quiet:
—We all know you’ve no room for me: Save yourself the staged welcome—