Thighs

Silhouettes anchored
to the wall
I do not see movement, 

still I stall

Big, black shapes
grow even nearer
Palm trees and monkeys are here.
My friends say I’m safe,
that I’m doing well
Trillions of them hum, 

well inside tell.
Well inside tell.
(well inside tell.)
Sleepy voices,
midnight conversations

Creeping choices, seeking validation
Walking back so late
mcdonalds

Talking so cold and 

you hold me
The wall is me and
I’m in the wall
Fluorescent microbes
eat
at
my
ears 

Still I stall.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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