My brain

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
| eyes.|

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