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