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.