This is next week and yesterday. Tomorrow and a month from a year ago. After time began, seconds before the first clock was invented.
I am dead. I am born. I am sleeping, but wide awake. I am black, white, and red inside. Many colors overwhelmed. I am transparent; vacant as a void, voluptuous and empty.
Very nice, very mean. I am seen and unseen. I am broken at the seam.
I eat beans, I go to heaven. I don’t eat, I starve, I die. I go to heaven. I go to Hell too, both times, sometimes.
I am clean. I am dirty. I am healthy. I am diseased. When I was young I had bloody scrapes on my knees.
I’ve had black eyes, blue eyes, red eyes, and pink eye too. My eyes are closed now. I am closed to you…
I am open I am shut-wide awake-with bells on. I am at the wedding preceding your divorce.
I am forced, fucked, fondled, faked, feared, focused, but never fooled.
I think. I don’t…, I think… I think I’ll think about it. Think about that.
I know. You know. We know, all knowing as we are. I am complete. I am half gone. I am not here. I don’t know.
I dream of clarity. I fear contact lenses. If I lose my glasses I cannot see. I still have deep dark holes for pupils. In class my pupils can see this.
I am me. To yourself, you are me too. You are you. I am you. you and I are cool-for real. We are I’s and we have eyes. We choose to use them when we want.
And now that I have told you my story and you can see that I am through.
Who are you and will you tell your story too?