Surrounded

Washed out

Wasted

Yet alone

It’s a rap of

Stone on stone on stone on stone

If they saw me

Leaping free

They would only

See me

Outside

Of my mind

That’s not quite right

is it.

A rattle

Heard, unseen

From most sides

Experience of girl and woman

All alike

Don’t forget me

When done and hollow

Carved

Patient waiting

In your attic or your yard

Why is it

Middle name that defines?

Used most seldom

Wet with lies

Erosion carves away

Those happy remnants

No matter

Children scatter new ones

On the hour

I do wander

Eyes open

Soft gaze

Should I close them

To the same result

But maybe further still

I’d go

It’s of no consequence

To fans that blow

They desire a

False reality

Full of moments

Such as these

Can’t let it happen

On its own

Force it

And it’s all you’ll ever know.