I think maybe you’re just like me
Mirror images
In a parallel
Main Street
Pass the windows
Look up
I’m standing there
Across the street
Palms facing you
What’s in my eyes?
Desire, lust
Passion, fire
But wait
I’ve turned away
My hair swishes in slow motion
As I take the first step
And another and another
The sun is setting
It’s dark
Your vision is blurry as you try to walk home
Me?
I’m moving fast
Zooming along
Futuristic
Silver and chrome shine on my outer thigh
I slice myself off to fit in the cubed platinum boxes
I have been
I will be
I will do
He sits on his tangerine throne
My tree is his to harvest
The fruit juice spills from his lips
He smiles though he knows not what he eats
It is not forbidden
And I stand now facing him
Holding my scepter and my orb
And I kneel now towards him
Reaching for the fruit
A tear squeezes itself out of my eye in vain
As it dries before it leaves my face
Absorbed into my skin
The skin that sickens me
That I am trapped inside of
The skin that you are not inside of
Butterflies in the stomach
Broken monarch butterfly wing on the floor
This is my kingdom
Who sits at the table will eat
Who eats at the table will smile
Who smiles at the table shall be permitted to leave
You shall not sit
You may eat
You may smile
But you may not leave
Cove Girl 