03.
Words fly like paper doves
crispy creatures they be
and animals are we
silent, shaded silhouettes
Perceptions, apprehensions, wounded pride
blinding freckled flesh
can say more as we speak less
like constellation love letters
But flesh sweats
exposing its stench
when constellations turn to -
nights too bright to forget.
Pressed against, swallowed whole
Jonas would be proud
I took it like a man
I didn't say a word
In the belly of the whale
Molars and salted water
Stinging my eyes - red, red, red
I didn't have a name.
Now paper slices fingertips
Once meant to fit with others (of its own kind)
I hope you didn't mind
I stood up for myself this time.
04.
Lately I've been feeling pretty cool
And man some days I think it goes to my head
Now, I'm not claiming arrogance
It's just sometimes -
I'd rather be unnoticed, clinging to my humility
There's this kid, he thinks I'm beautiful
tells me so five times a day
introduced himself in a bagel shop last week
acts like I've known him for years and years
though I can't help but think the name's not quite right
It's like there's too many letters
or maybe not enough vowels?
his face doesn't look the same
but maybe I just remembered him taller
and certainly the eyes are all wrong.
It's just this loyalty to a memory
a memory wrapped in significance
a significance I can't understand
an understanding...
I've yet to allow proper significance.
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