Sometimes I don’t exist
Sandy, malleable bits drag over me,
Soak me up, disperse me, I could be
nothing but a smeared blur,
I hate to be seen, remembered,
I wish to be forgotten, take away
The mark I made,
Write around me, protect your words,
Sometimes I am wiped from the page,
Perceived, forced to act, be something
Anything to anybody,
Let me go, let me be
Somebody that never happened, a thought
That was never expressed,
A vision that didn’t need to be seen.
Sometimes I need to redraw myself,
Resurfacing from nothing,
Made by a hand without an eye,
I emerge as doodlebob,
Isn’t that funny?
A parody of myself,
What else am I supposed to be?