Reconstruction

Updated: Apr 7

during a flare; I’m feeling dehumanized

I am just a broken mind

living in a broken body,

seeing the world through a broken lens—

distorted flotsam, labyrinthine nonsense.

Sometimes, as if by chance,

some pieces of me fit together

to make a whole—akin to art,

and then, ever changing, lazily drift apart.

Others, I have forced into human-like form:

a jury-rigged person, an experimental design:

pieces pressed together, in an uncomfortable embrace,

with duct-tape and super-glue; donning a sharpie-drawn face.

Flare - verse