am i a figment in your life
like i am in my own?
corporeality is
something i’ve struggled with.
is that picture actually moving,
or am i just seeing the swirls come to life like
the eyes of her painter did all those years ago?
am i more than just essence
floating through time and space,
happening to crowd into
your life and your time?
am i corporeal or am i just
particles of emotion?
am i an emotion in a larger being’s mind,
the commander in chief of the serotonin production line
in a person who can’t remember the meaning
of life, of death, of love and hate?
the disconnect of memory diffuses within me
like ink into water.
the disconnect of living and being alive,
or of corporeality and spirituality
am i real or is this a dream?
is this life real or am i a subcharacter in someone else’s dreams?
a little piece of me 