DAY 12 — Escapril: Spring Cleaning
day twenty three:
·
how many dust bunnies have
joined me on the floor –
contemplations of freedom
clutter my personal space
·
face flooded with the product of dysphoria,
as i fail to relate with this form of growth,
finding physical abundance anew
·
puberty entertains itself
once more with my body
debating final forms, i
wonder if the permanence
of objects gone is a myth
·
with each change, am i
myself no longer? i hunt
for meaning, chasing
narnia at the back of my
hole in the wall, home
·
to clothes that don’t fit,
and lives i once lived,
who is the i am of today?
·
seeking solitude in
a wasteland of
black screens
·
scrolling through fields
of ticketed squares –
endless
·
each dollar, key
in the realm of
possibility
·
tell me, do you hold the answers i need?
and once you too are done with me, when
my self image has ben spring cleaned,
will i absorb new meaning?
