Rain befalls the afternoon like a heavy blanket A blanket under which I rest Legs crossed and crossed and crossed Neck curved as a comma, The smallest body you have seen
Nothing is mine My arms, my hands, my head The water that falls Lands on nothing that belongs
Nothing is ours The sky, the ground, the air Skin becomes wet Skin and water with no owner
This poem is about feelings of depersonalisation and derealisation, as well as discomfort in one's own body.