11/1/19 1:08AM
i wring myself out like a dishrag
every time i see your doppelgänger
and i see you in the market
tossing your waving locks
around your head
as you look from papaya to pineapple
snap back
and i unhinge my jaw as i mumble “excuse me”
and smell burning curry
and i see you on screens
but never an actual name
some other word
for a ghost
and mostly, i just feel twisting
torsion grabs my innards
as your doppelgänger lopes around a hill
in the exact lithe purpose
i watched you walk away with
i am such an old and tired dishrag
that i hardly stretch at all