from the balcony
silent
i simply observe
i’ve glazed my face
with clay
a nebulous goddess
shiny, shellacked
you wave your arms
in eight directions
you flail
i try like hell
not to do the same
what exactly is an octopus, anyway?
it’s not a reptile
not a fish
is it an amphibian?
fucking slippery, that’s all i know
impossible to pin down
i no longer wish
to invest
in your performance
i prefer my blurry view
your edges dilated
you’re well-tended
i can see that from here