this body is not my own
i am a foreigner here
always surprised at my reflection
i trace my sections
these cumbersome pieces of the whole.
such dysfunction
a mosaic. a fragment
.
like strangers in a house
rummaging around each other's rings
pretending the whole equals the sum of the parts
and proximity equals connection.
(a reprieve from my real
the cracks seem sealed.
the heart feels healed. He knows things).
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