Don’t look in the mirror

My brain doesn’t recoginze
This face. Is life just
A series of loading-
screens and cut-
sequences.

The events of these lives
All come at the same time
I start at the end

Are these memories even mine?
I’m only watching myself make decisions
My face, my body, in the mirror are strange when I look for more than a second.
I touch my cheeks
But can’t locate the feeling.

I stick my fork in the
Outlet but it’s made of glass.
I stick my hand in the toaster.
I drink my laundry detergent.
I don’t want to die but it’s all around

I’m only observing my body
My blood, shimmering like rubies
Under the florescent lights

It’s the air
These days
Gravity is weaker
I can jump
For 3 seconds but
I’m terrified
Of flying and running
Or anything taking my feet
Off the ground