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Your Story Has No Room for Me
A Poem
there’s an invisible army behind your eyes
while you stare at me with the nature of contempt —
and I’m a listless stranger in your view, hardly enough
to be a main character in the storybook of your life.
there’s a secret behind your closed lips,
mocking and all too aware what you’re doing,
as your teeth and tongue poke out — teasing —
because I am just an observer in your grand plan.
there’s no point in fighting this, my role,
because you’ve already made up your mind
about the who’s-who in your next great picture
and you’ll be the star and director (of course).
there’s a blueprint somewhere of the lives
we could have led beyond these fragile skins —
so easy they break, so hard they are to maintain —
but you are you and I am myself, caged in our flesh
and never to touch beyond fingertips’ passing grazes.
