I am plastic, c-through
the gnats in my bedroom know as much
they fly into me as though by accident
an impossibly clean sliding-glass door
that upon approach is nevertheless shut
these small things hit my skin
but leave no physical marks
no gnat guts splattered
on my pocked arms
I am not glass but plastic
I can bend without breaking
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC
I am plastic, c-through
the gnats in my bedroom know as much
they fly into me as though by accident
an impossibly clean sliding-glass door
that upon approach is nevertheless shut
these small things hit my skin
but leave no physical marks
no gnat guts splattered
on my pocked arms
I am not glass but plastic
I can bend without breaking
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