The Other Body

Hands on the ceilingYou crawl. Legs bent and broken,Up against the wall. Head twisting,Mouth spitting, I wish I couldn’t see youAt all. What are you,But a part of me? A part of meOnly I’m capableTo see. I sing of your existenceCreate artWith resistanceI spread yourBane with assistanceName with insistenceNewly convinced,That I’m a simple mindedFool,Obsessed withAttention.