‘I don’t understand the world you’ve created.’

try: being nothing but an eye
with the expanse of a body

morsels of the world leak into you
in a dizzy-urge of disorder

you are sick-to-burst
with the ocularcentric

and cannot weigh sequins in the gutter
against foreign bodies felled in protest.

you’ve forgotten how to utter,
or why; after three months

your mouth is located
& parents usher in quale eggs, concerned.

it is always night inside your body,
we twitch the blinds of our faces at each other

on strong days you watch the news
and pass objects between ourselves

if the objects could see us
they would laugh and laugh.