oh
well
this is a predicament
as it seems, i have floated out of my skin
detached from flesh known not to me,
maybe you...
detached, but not in a gruesome way
pulled
maybe, peeled
like one takes a sticker off the skin
i am the sticker
you stick me here,
on your paper
a binder
maybe your pinky finger
until i slowly peel away
grimed from dirt
i am not impervious to wear and tear
forgotten maybe, on the floor
or detached curiously from my body
YOU ARE READING
icecream brain
Poetrydoes it describe a brainfreeze, or are we talking about the melting rate of a sundae in the hot sun? layyourwearyheadtorestiwontjudgeyouhere
