We are disposable.
Our bones are
cardboard.
Our skin paper,
our ligaments
plastic.
We are decaying.
A decomposition
pile.
Recycling our lungs,
kidneys,
we do not know
what frugal means.
What being
reserved means.
Our minds
are porous.
Ears wind tunnels
for anything but
music to fly through.
We are disposable.
We are decaying.