ME NOT ME
am i
always myself
on the mirror
i’ve been dressing up in my flesh for so long
the image of myself
the repetition
the eyes still reassuring that you’re not just muscle, sinew, movement
I wake up again being me.
That same picture, apparition.
Sublime, beautiful at times
yes.
yet uninteresting to look always at the same face
i can understand now actors transvestites halloween fanatics kids priests
to be yourself everyday and linger inside your fleshy glove of dermis
so tame and obedient
having the same face and not even seeing it change throughout the years
not having that alien perspective but being omnipresent in your daily mini nano transformations
the perpetual gaze is enough for you to swallow
that piece of information
that you are are the same core and ever-changing psique
with visiting multiplying cells, dying cells, inconstant hairdo’s and f22 gaze
you are you
forever
yesterday
today
tomorrow
once again
let me walk you through