you are scared that i will lose myself

in a monotony of hours and tea cups

like a shell of a leech i will tumble

in the wind and never find repose

you ask me where my day goes

my day

i wash my underwear

i watch blood pool between my thighs

i eat a plate of chicken

my mother betrayed me

my mother saved me

my lover called me a liar

my day was full. 

i have not lost myself.