I lie on fake grass
Eating chips cooked in genetically engineered canola,
Under clouds that were planted by planes
Thinking of the words you said-
That I’m your baby
A sister to you.
That you want to protect me.
That you think of me
That you miss me
That we will keep in touch.
Words that make me feel like somebody.
Words that wrap my entire being
Like a snake, whispering, tempting my heart.
Your words dance on in me
Even when the music has long ceased.
Under sunset skies dripping with aerosol,
With invisible confetti,
With rain induced like pregnant women
Or forced tears
I think of your words
And how they fit with my broken heart.
With the empty inbox which greets me each day.
With the nobody I feel.
Your actions wrap my entire being
Like poison ivy choking my heart,
And I can’t help but wonder,
Is anything real?