flicker

i tip toed so silently
around myself, i forgot
to look around and watch the world.
my fractured dreams lie
dangerously on glassy beds while
I skulk around for a
better view of the world.


i need art on my body. i need a reflection of something i feel.
just so it wont feel so unfamiliar when i feel it.

I need my palm on his chest, over his heart
so i can feel his life
so i know he is real.