I’m in my mind’s eye
But I’m also in yours
Couldn’t I, pick the flowers up without your gaze
Or maybe buy the milk without the sl i th er of your stare
On the nape of my neck
The round below my back (my mother’s by the way)
Am I deceiving myself?
No, I just live in two selves
One, should ignore such things or such things should be ignored
And the other-
two, is furious
The body I live in is my home
And here it is being invaded
the covert penetration of
a look
a gaze
a stare
Gorgeously written