Feb 05, 2007 04:45
I am not the person I know,
or that she knows,
or the person anybody knows
I am something different and
ineffable.
I am mutable,
like a chameleon.
There are shades of me.
I have many colors.
I am a riddle with no punch line.
The different mes
are as different as
me being funny
and
me buying marbles.
I am an odour and a
taste and a sound and
a tactile sensation.
I am organized biologically,
psychically,
philosophically,
developmentally,
physically.
I am wrapped in an wool blanket stuffed with pulverized newspaper.
I am stuffed full of shit and goo.
My skin is a porous membrane of epithelial cells.
I breathe smoke and I spit green.