is taking care of my life
and I guess you can relate.
When you told me
you were transparent,
I didn’t take it as literally
as the dirt under your fingernails
was showing me.
I long to dance with my heroes,
and I never keep up with their rhythm.
But I just dance, while people
coming out of boxes
the world needs their instruction.
That’s what terror looks like to me,
to get distracted for a moment
Who knows where it goes
once it reaches the ears.
I long to exchange shapelessness
things that don’t have names,
things that the people in the boxes
would never dare to say.