unrecognisable.
you when they rolled down you , on your skin
evenly dispersed , they couldn't even i.d. you
because you were so thin.
hadn't eaten for a month, my friend.
you hungry? you thirsty? too cold? too hot?
the blanket didn't even recognize you when it hugged
around your skin , so thin , you've become like paper.
flimsy, trashy, recyclable , you are all of those things
packed in a container of fabrication because you are
none of those things, really you are nothing.
i wish your clothes could at least recognize your frame
because it wears you all the minutes of the day and i wonder
if you've ever tried to hide behind hate because
you publicly publish an expansive length of love.
