one of us is echo, one of us is dead

You can tell me what I already know,

that I’m an asshole,

that I’m a coward who makes eye contact but

won’t stop. You can ugly up my face.

I don’t touch or know anything about touching.

I’m some person you didn’t love,

but I didn’t touch or have any plans to touch.

You are a speck and I am a sun or

I am a speck and you are humanoid.

You think what I know about the sun is enough.

Your mother’s hands were in the closet,

in the parking lot.

I fucked this up enough before I got here.