I am nothing
A pair of eyes stuck on the ceiling
No, stuck on the light fixture
No, maybe the moon
Either way, the blinds are
still down.
I am something
New, improved, glued back on
A bit unraveled, a bit tied together
Twirling my hair, rubbing fibers
Against fibers and leaving the bad
Parts of myself chewed on eraser
Ends.
I am anything
Costume peeled off like a skin,
Repeating songs five times over
Hanging my body up to dry
And coping with it,
Maybe celebrating quietly
Maybe curating, retroactively
a rambunctious image.
Kallen Mohr