composed

my composed skin mask

bottles a tantrum child

Strangers' eyes

Strangers' eyes

They find each others like magnets

Once they touch

They slide off one another

Like spheres unable to sit

Stably one atop another

demand

World, I've done the stupid things you asked of me,

Now give me my fucking satisfaction.

Detached

The objects of both

hatred and admiration

are detached from comprehension.

Between

When neither side satisfies,

Seek between

or beyond.

When haste or rigidity do not listen,

Seek what they hide.