I splattered myself onto
four empty walls
I’m in the posters and pictures
I carry into the hall
But now it’s so empty
even though it’s still full
Have I lost myself,
unraveled like wool?
Following the string
chasing chasing after the ball
the hall is laughing
have I gone too far
rolling and rolling
until
I’ve unraveled completely
and come to a stall
into four
new
pristine white walls