green.

You always seem to know what you're doing.
Always.

Innate sense of direction.
Undisputable instinct.

So very
sure
about
everything.

I'm brushed in envy. Skin, previously tanned, is marbled green.
Flaws on display.
Nothing to say.

What's concealed within my body
is no longer uncharted territory.
I am an open book, and you are closed,
on the shelf,
wedged between
Orwell
&
J.D. Salinger.

My insides are on the ground before me,
and there is a trail of intestine
leading
to
my
mouth.

Oh, it's red.

I apologise for the mess.
I'm all over the place, I fear.
So very
dis
join
ted.

And you are not.

& that was my day.