The world belongs to my backpack and I
I belong to nowhere and no one,
Not to you.
I give my love away generously,
Because it's mine,
I am woman,
I am wolf,
I am divine human spirit.
I am kind but I am not weak.
My kindness is power.
Your hatred is just vanity.
And you say you hate me. Who, me?
I see nothing in my mirror but a familiar haze
And she smiles a wobbly saccharine smile
and asks "have we met before?"
For she does not know me nor I her
but still she is familiar
Like a scar you see everyday
so do I.
So strange I shouldn't be.
But so laughably simple, trivial, de minimis.
Animal and void.
Animal who eats and sings but maybe it's not real say thee.
Say me what else is there to be?
I speak clearly,
You talk in riddles.
I'm a fool,
But so are you.
I grasped at the callus on your thumbs
Trying to read you like Braille.
But when I held your hand,
It burned me.
I won't waste more
Of my energy.