I hear the walls
Speaking to me
“Do it, Don’t do it”
But I can’t see their tongues.
I hear the microwave
Beeping me
“It’s ready, It’s ready
Take it”
But I don’t take it.
I hear the telly
Describing me
My
Hair
Pimples
Fat stomach
“Stop it, do it
Talk, keep quiet
Go, come.”
But I don’t.
I hear them
See them
Tell tem
Wave them goodbye.
Are they there?
Is it real?
Or in my mind?
I hear them whispering
Do it
Do it
Do it
So I did.
