Shower Pt. 2
Kyle Bates
Cloud eaten by the air;
For months
Bile spilled from throat
‘cause I don’t trust anyone:
It rains a little less
I’m still afraid of death;
I’ll “take every pill that I can find.”
When I’m drunk at night
Stumbling in that light
The sky speaks:
“You’ve “learned to hear like
A psychiatrist”
Your self-faith is a
Mask that hides you from: —”
—I want to be alone
The air smells of images
So I eat some snow;
In sleep, my mind is glimmering
Disconnected from reality:
Where meaning finds me on its own
“What is it that resonates in us?”