Suddenly I don't need mirrors to tell me
(my hands aren't my own anymore, anyway,
not since I looked down and saw stolen gloves)
I know without reflections just how
I'm worn out, chewed out, drowned out,
called out, strung out, caught out,
spun out without a shadow of a doubt (but for self).
I'd rather be invisible than a body that I don't know
or afraid of what nobody else can see,
so I become as close to a whisper as I can be,
turn up other volumes to abrasive, stay discreet,
but it's then I hear them- their voices, hear her speak
amid the clatter, scratching out of the radio.
So even if the world did fall out from under my feet,,
I'm still here, not tired out yet- I can just listen
to anything I believe I hear in this moment- that's all I know.