is bulging.
She’s
Bloated
Ready
to Purge.
I dice my
ineffables,
Exhale my
Phonetic
———Gut.
—
My notes
Upload.
They slide
down the
—— Page.
—
On Internet
platforms, I
Spore myself
Main-staged.
—
We know
Where
To Go
When
We can go
No where.
—
Our covers,
Wrinkled &
fitted sheets.
We Pull off all
Our comforts,
Exposing
Foamy
Memories.
—-
Some days
I’m all Ear
Defenders
& shaking.
………………..
Notifications.
………………..
Leave them
at my door.
—
Lock downs
Transformed
Me into
Strong,
thin, &
Smooth
Skins. I
Am living
Present
-COVID
Disguise.
—
Unmask
me at
the door.
I Self-watched
To Self-hide,
Learning
Who I am
Now Out
-side the
Gaze Of
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