Oy.
I feel split like
an orange into pieces
and peel
and juice
sometimes sitting out so the skin hardens and I am not delicious anymore
why the peeling?
why eating in separate sections am I meant to be torn apart
extract the pulp and the juice
I feel split like
when I'm speaking and you're listening
and listening
I don't know if you're hearing me because you can only hear that one piece
only get that one slice
that's been sitting by the cold window and is a little dry
can you see my face? the "who" is more complicated than a list of labels
my heart and stomach and shoulders
When you talk to me, I'm trying to hear you but
I don't know if we understand each other because your words flow into my ears
but not written on my bones or lungs or spine
it's not the static out there
it's the static in here inside all over my body
that I can't hear you through