i dont want to  get my soap
*****
so i stopped using it.

a rain frog
sits on my window
and i wonder
if its me.

a leaf comes and lays
next to me
but im not
in the mood.

it looks at me
like im a god
and i know
i could be more kind
but im heavy,
so heavy inside.

if i could die i would
but i only change
into other things.

ive been too many leaves to care.

my soul is too old
to remember
everything it has learned.

there are tue things.
asymmetrical and symmetrical.
this makes the whole asymmetrical.

i live in the plexiglass
separating the people
fom the snakes.
the elephants.
the people.

my head lays in my hands.

it must be exausted.

my neck
must be
somewhere
off in the distance.

the water in me
has spilled.

its nothing to drink.