I met alienation the other day


I am still learning to speak her language. When she sleeps,

she sleeps on the bedrocks of silence. When she walk,

she wakes up nothing but the tips of grass.

Every morning, she

gets up and gets

dressed and trip over the irregular shape in the mirror.

When she drinks, she opens her mouth like a port to a new land.

When she desires, she desires like an overheating television.

When she dances, she dances like the gush of air carrying butterfly's wings.

When she laughs, she laughs like the dew dropping from the joints of a cherry blossom tree.

When

I ask her, "When will

you

be free?"

she will answer, "I am an alien with lots of restrictions."

When she bathes, she bathes as if she’s been dust her whole life and have no idea that

she herself is what she wants to get away from.

When she listens, she listens like the floor breaking just a little under your footsteps.