3.11
I think they notice. the animals noticed first, they always do. They looked at me for too long trying to place that familiar smell.
They will get their answers.
I keep pouring myself into you just to see what you will do with it. By morning there is glass everywhere, as if breaking was the whole arrangement.
I know you like it.
Since childhood Ive been leaving things behind. They all sloppily trail behind me. They all see but no one bothers to return.
Do you see them?
I was left unfinished, some strange draft of a person walking around in daylight. I thank my creator with broken teeth, before learning how much of me can vanish before anyone calls it a loss.