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.