Two inches from my face, a metallic screen.If only it shone. It stares back at me.If only a filter, I’d reshape and edit.I can’t look away, I’m full of it or gutted.
Stupid screen, nonfunctional screen.Debase and dissect, yelling, “AH-HA, defective piece!”To make me feel I can’t function a part of the machine.Smash windows and TVs, stop following me!
My heart scaresto face the flamethat burns all inward,sets of the phases.
I burst out the door.I want escape.In my hull and my heels,cross the bridge to the lake.
Another? Not another!I look away, then look back.A fish nibbles my nose.Seaweed plays as my stache.Pebbles wrinkle my skin into circles.Connect 4!A white seagull dives in and my image ripples.