disposable
9.4.06
imagine my life in
a series of baggies
strewn here and there
all over and bout
imagine my life
it’s all you can do
it’s not like you lived it
and you have no ideas
you know what i tell you
nothing more
you never felt what i felt
never healed the wounds of old
you can try to guess
what living has been like for me
more unfortunate than most
but you will never really know
you don’t live in this skin
don’t feel and breathe with it
you will always be outside my life
and that’s how i accept you
by giving you just a little bit
the slightest peek inside
so we can share this cup of understanding
so we can shelter from the cold
always separate in our wrappers
but feeling totally unalone