All of A

Who am I? I am cat-eyed. I am blue bird-mind.

I have nothing more to be. I am nothing more

Than me. In my head, I tell my lovers I miss them,

Even as I hold them. Over and over and over again. 

Is this some certified doom for my future?

I have a dream. It continues like ostrich s**t. 

(And I dripped, dripped, dripped - like a sullen little trip, 

O Gazelle!) It wakes up day, to wake up me,

To kill the rest of the way. I am Humanity's murderer,

I have done nothing too awful, but a few slap-dash racist

Comments I never understood, darling decked in diamonds.

I am an offence. I would go insane just to write about it.

I am wholly. I kiss myself when the faeces of Christmas

Reigneth. I am sucker-punch hiding behind

Your shadow, believing the black-chalk lines,

Will, at least this time, love me back,

As much as I loved the disaster I sewed my arm into.