There’s a version of you in late mornings—
in between breaths, when you’re not performing.
It’s your accidental form, getting a taste of the sun from the blinds.
On your pale skin, not the mask;
not concerned that the two aren’t alike.
It’s worth restarting if you are not you.
If I laid out my costumes from the last five Halloweens,
then you’d never have to ask any questions about me.
Still, I can’t leave the house without my skin.
It’s what I got when I came here;
it seems dumb to get buried in.
Daily focus-training coupled with strong work ethics pointed toward making life more bearable for others, could turn around this age for the better. This album is beautiful. A force for good. CHOSEN