I am held together by clothes pins and tension, a wealth of
odds and ends
I'm dazzling like the neon street signs hiccuping off and on
again all night long
I've got magazine friends and enough jealousy to lose them
But I know this has all been said before
I shed what escape my fiction provided
I lived a lifetime inside of my shelter and thought it about time
to see outside it
And I believed it was easy, stupidly thought I could just get up
and walk away
I've got illness hugging me like skin and I'll shed it clean until I
can taste the oxygen.
