I have become invisible to myself
which is to say
everything around me is so
opaque
I can’t see the back of my hand
for the limitless obfuscation that snakes in my ears
soaking my feet and grinding my sandpaper clothes
against raw skin.
Every step is a new punishment.
Language is meaningless.
(I’d write you a poem but you wouldn’t get it and neither would I.)
I am Diogenes the cynic, incarnate;
flinging my shit at you because it’s funny;
all other reasons are void
and at the end, I’m
stripped of everything,
even the words
