I’ve been feeling off,
like a light switch kicked back.
Seemingly, I’ve developed a knack
for talking over all the things I lack.
If I say who I am,
you’ve gotta believe me!
Otherwise, who’s in the mirror
always glancing to see?
In windows and spoons,
sunsets and moons,
that face like a bare soul
sticky stuck to the bottom of my heel.
Peel through to the center of the earth.
Birth somebody a little more comfortable in their tectonic plates.
Honesty is difficult for me.
I cling to the closest lies, truth by proxy.
Double negatives, gotta be positive.
But I’ve been feeling off lately.
Maybe it’s time to recharge the battery.