I Think I Don'T Like Me That Way

sometimes our skin a trampoline word tricks bouncing outside borders letters getting stuck in springs too hard to pronounce sometimes a male forest trees and bark and dark animal like that sometimes I suppose its prose I don’t knows it’s the many one thing scrunching fingers and toes sometimes teeth and nose we know exactly what we’ll never like what we’re never like not like that until our eyes and ears are pinned into the music and then our skin sinks deeper into canyons as we realize the trick is no illusion just another us protruding from inside youthful insolent springs