Saturday, May 22, 2010

Fix Me

an alien in human skin
i could pass for
nothing so much as
not like you
never like you

i sit in my skin and
struggle with old years
long dead and distant
but the ghosts
they feel more solid
than i do
a whisper of who
i might have been

looking at you
at your perfect skin and
perfect lips and
smooth flat belly
the perfect, only kind

i know that i'm an alien
masquerading in
too much human skin