Linoleum

I hold myself raw,

against the glass of the external,

I decorate myself so completely,

I am intention, and attention,

and mask,

I hold myself without secret to the

eyes of the air around me,

I collapse in,

my pulped heart against the linoleum,

I express,

even when I do not understand,

I ask desperately for an interpretation,

I pray to be told what to be