Summer #21

look what you’ve done
look what they’ve done

the colors blur together
like a child mixing paint
until the canvas is brown
you watch but don’t observe

the sunsets you never saw
but could feel happening behind you
as the darkness crept in
you are present but not there

the rain in your hair
the sweat on your face
crying in the bathrooms
you are present but not there

“why did you do that”
“why are you like this”
sitting in a glass box
you are paralyzed

they are looking down
into the box they trapped you
your frizzy hair
your grease stained polo

you are not there