Maybe

maybe I am Melissa

Or Matthew

Or Warren Matthew

Or Melissa, too

I’m slowly seeping out

Sleeping out, like a coma with eyes open

And moving like a zombie

Maybe I’m lonely

Maybe I’m driving a steerless ship,

Reading pressing blankets that act as a salve

To my clawing brain

Bleeding from the river burst inside

A sundry, muddy split seam,

Puddles of sunshine in a dreamy

Rain.

I’m maybe that guy with the long bangs

And snarky comments

Maybe I’m still here all along

I don’t dream

I’m

Like that worm with eagle wings

In love with an oddly cute butterfly,

So fluffy, sweet.