~

“Something courageous”,

tin man aplasia,

where am I from?

Can I come home?

The outside’s contagious,

it’s all divination I’m sure,

side-on

I’m god.

We’re talking in phases,

I can tell by your face that I’m wrong.

I’m gone.

I don’t feel it at all,

white dots through a telescope.

Cheekbones, the relief in your clothes,

my loss,

grey and old.