The Guys and Girls

I'm Drowning in compulsion. Popular novels and
genre fiction. Reality TV and blockbuster movies.
The sell by date on the latest craze.
Pop n'Rock. Fad and fiction. Labels and laziness.

I'm living in dead pixels. Eating electricity and
consuming the wireless. Tumbling down hills
listening to birds and reading books on faces.
His, her, your opinion. Does it matter what I like?

I'm 10, I'm 8, I'm 6. Is that good enough yet?
He's 30 day abs and tall parents. She's make up
and designers whims. I'm the prey to the predators.
I long for a face wipe and crisps. None of this.

I slip up on soap, and fall down on reality.
I'm at home with numbers, but in the wilderness
with fabric. I know about equations and algorithms.
But need to know the contents of Heat. Mundane.

Mundane. I strip down the wall, pull of the sheets.
Whitewashed. Erase. Eat. Put my hand up. Start over.
Choose comics and Woolf. To have a blank profile.
To swim in black and know the answer. To begin.