from To People Who Sometimes Read

I replaced my day with a new day when I noticed I had changed. I used to party in numbers. Partying meant meeting a dude to be temporary with. To be a body with just so you know, I feel nothing for ya. To be a person, astounded by my inability to care. I’m still not sentimental but I am one-hundred percent devoted to poetry. I have a banana in my cupboard making everything else smell like it. Nothing is a metaphor for something else: banana does not mean penis, cupboard does not indicate vagina. Desperate to say how great devotion awakens the isolated instance in which metaphors find themselves. To make a testimonial possible. Emotion being when metaphor is revealed privately.