I

I'll prise you open with shaking fingers because everyone around me is quiet

Watching moving pictures which do not move

As little sound as possible in dim light which is only partly reflected in you

In my mouth you crunch and my eyes dart left and right

But soon it is soft, melting, slipping into me slowly like the fondest memory

And I have given up in pleasing the irritated whispers and angry nudges

Into you I will go, my fingers becoming softer and smoother with each release

Of salted, fattening sheets

I am a poor, hollow creature who has waited so long to gorge


II

All I hear is strings of letters and I am in love

I see multitudes of colours and weep at their beauty,

I see grayscale, I see noir, I'm shocked at their significance

Because my life is so insignificant

Nothing to birds who fly without me

Nothing to worms who bury not for me

Get your head out of the bag it'll do nothing for you

Nothing for you

Nothing