She asks,
how can you be happy
living in this
no bedroom ********
that somehow gets smaller
with every sigh?
We weren’t supposed
to be these people,
happily moving hot air
from one place to the next.
We are like mannequins now
every aching minute together
same faces and no new words.
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
Through paper thin walls
I can hear my neighbour
Marigold.
She starts with the same lie
every time
my husband Finnegan
will be home soon
let’s make this quick.
I can tell what kinks
the john has paid for
by the uniqueness
of the name she gives
her fake husband.
I once asked,
why the make-believe spouse?
Marigold responded
with delicate articulation
a girl in this line of work
needs to pretend
to have some normalcy
in her life
a reason to be kept alive.
Having nothing left to conceal
she lives her life
like no one is watching.
She leaves me astonished,
wishing to live one minute
as open as she lives every moment.
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC
I am disconnected
from my entire self
like these fingerprints
I’ve known my whole life
somehow aren’t mine.
Out of body experiences
and feeling like
I’m on the outside looking in
has become the norm.
I’ve wiggled my way
into these stories
this background
but I don’t belong here.
Someone is going to notice
call me out
for being an imposter
in my own life.
I’ve existed for decades
feeling like I’m living
in someone else’s skin.
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 10:22 PM UTC