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