I am all bent out of shape but
all skin
is.

I like the noise others make
so later I can clap for our
audience not
watching.

My heart is a nudist with a
thing for
clothes.

I am without weekly
allowance.

All this change collects only
dirt, dust, drop offs and
cut hair,

I was collapsing, lungs
depleted I feel
raised
without having
grown.

I

am
spent.