I have spent too much time alone to be fit for companionship. My words taste dry and chalky like the essence of an elementary memory I reek of attic and grandmas sexiest perfume, stuffed inside a satin jewelry box The electric hum of our breathing machinery swells inside my gushing veins I am painful unfit for this human body, my discomfort palatable and grotesque Tortured by this strained existence, a circus elephant on a colorful ball I swish my words inside my mouth, not ready to spit nor to swallow Stalking eyes in silence pools, I watch peers like a fox watches a coyote. I am an alien, I am painstakingly unfamiliar in every way that counts.