smile minus voltageMy eyes are man holes, avoidedsmile minus voltage
like the beggar by the corner shop
in need of change. He is ignored, I am
just as cold, with my three coats and even more layers
under this wrapping paper skin. I am unused teeth
and like an abandonned stomach something clatters
inside, glaring at passers by, wanting to be loud, wanting to be seen.
These homeless hands do not work well anymore, they touch last-years skin like a solitary sigh with stories to tell, of a heart with no more stapled on love to spare, just hooks and dirty laundry under blankets and a blue bicycle a b
losing colors
xit
