Dare to Talk

To Care

This is like a life. This is lifelike.

I climb inside a mistake and remake myself in the shape of a better mistake —a nice pair of glasses without any lenses, shoes that don't quite fit, a chest that always hurts.

There is a checklist of things you need to do to be a person. I don't want to be a person but there isn't a choice, so I work my way down and kiss the feet.

I give you my skull to do with whatever you please. You grow flowers from my head and trim them too short. I paint my nails nice and pretty, who cares. Who gives a shit.

I'm trying not to but it doesn't fit well on me. I wear my clothes. I wear my body.

I walk out in the grass and turn red at the sight of everything.