I pull my face from the sink
washed in static
the room doesn't know how to behave
bends to suit my new mask
2.
somebody is making breakfast
I can't smell it but I can hear the clatter
the stairs take me up, then down
my whole family is in the kitchen
it's not as big as it sounds
Hey
we had Christmas at your house once
but you had fewer limbs then
the eggs sound amazing
crackling in perfect rhythm
3.
I'm bored
my little castle and my little rocks and my little friends
to somebody else this might be beautiful, but not me
I am immune to beauty
but I'm not immune to weird
only breathing with the top of my lungs
bubbles meander up
away
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