Human

think i might have played this once before
on some long since obsolete technology
tinny sound, the speakers blown
the happy fell like glitter on my ears

i wonder who i was when i was small.

when i was down, sand in my shoes and thunder overhead
was i planning even then
to fall apart?

there are tiny bites of life that i recall
swinging feet in the chair, front of the classroom reading
saddle shoes and blue corduroy pants
pigtails crooked on my head
lisping words i never should have known
i had an idea then
that things weren't right.

i feel like spit and duct tape
chasing down chevettes and seeking out the things
no one else wants

i moved into my closet once
camped out there
i don't know why.

surrounded by the things i've made
of dna and hope and fear
i want to tell them
don't
watch me
look at someone else
learn to be a person from the television
from the neighbors or a book
i am no good at this
i am simply walking through
the set.