Like a pelican
who claims to know the sea
he stared in my eyes
with a falsity of knowingness.
Staring endlessly
he still will not know
I have a skeleton.
He concludes
I am made of flushed cheeks
and eyelashes,
To him
I am an accessory
to a feeling.
His eyes
are a kaleidoscope,
dismembering
my person
into an idea.
I am a flesh figure
without structure.
without soul.
Like the pelican
who claims
to know the sea,
He is a fool.