Who I am to you
is not knowing
a real body
how I am
so totally fine
and still
this body
I want it to
be something
for me but
it is not mine
reminding itself
of itself you
move it out
of the mouth
give way and
everything
I tell you
to reconcile
I only want
to make you
casually not you
we’re feeling
something
like that my
double-sided
mouth over
the phone
when I
no, no
it ought to
be as beings
well communicating
