don’t ask me those questions
they are self-erasing and ugly in nature
unidentifying and dreadfully
don’t give me that look on your
face you are not eager to listen
what is in your head is what you
expect from me, what you will only approve as you
Tick through the long list written in 12pt Times New Roman
if I tell you about real things not stories but what is
inside my head you will freak out and cross your arms
your lips and walk out the door.
if I tell you that I don’t know the
answers to the questions you ask about
will you understand how confusingly
(empty) I feel.
so don’t ask me I am not a title on a document or
an abstract to be succinctly understood
if I knew about who I am where I come from what defines
why would I be here listening to the sound of you
and your echoless voice that resonates
I don’t know
Just like you,
I don’t know.