i feel
less like a
person
and more like
a collection
of broken parts
in desperate need
of reconfiguring

a constant
struggle with
perceiving
leads to
self discovery
with a lack of
depth perception
from the blind eye
leaking darkness
into my mind

hanging up
tshirts after a
trip to the
laundromat at
seven o’clock
cursing myself
for never taking
them off right
side out as i
lose myself in
the music playing
inside my skull
the constant hum
of hornets as
they tap the
sun warmed door
adding a steady
staccato to the
white noise