Identity

Who are you? 
I am the happy tree
The Mammal
The eggshell you avoid crushing 

Who am I? 
You are a red dress 
Covering bruises and cuts 
 Socked in fabric and blood 

Who are we? 
You are the deep ones
Your faces don't appear
on white cellulite 

Who are they? 
They were here before us 
Or arrived later 
They linger on toilettes 
Because they can 

Who? 
Not you. Not me. 
A passing cloud shaping itself
around our daydreaming 
A monster in disguise 

Are? 
Isn't it time to unveil 
The new old face of blue  
Seeking sand in a beach 

Now? 
Or later 
Time can be shaped around our nightmares 
In flows and breaks 

Up? 
Or down 
Depending on where your head is 
Earth is above 
And old sadness below 

In? 
Or out 
A body moves itself 
As it learns to bend 

Happy? 
An Obligation in and by itself
Looking, searching, losing 
Far from oneself 

Intimacy? 
Away from or direct soul penetration 
shapeshift or mold
Run or freeze 

Small? 
Keep growing smaller 
Until one day 
we will call this cold drawer home

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