I Don't Live In This Body Poem by Casey Renee Kiser / snail viXen

I don't live in this body.
And I rarely visit your pockets anymore, as
I don't count like change.
I don't fit like a house key.
And I'm not soft and simple like lint.
My spirit got trapped in your window.
You painted it black and painted it shut
so that I couldn't even watch the flowers grow.
Would you like to bathe
in this dirty mind...IF...I owned this mind?
I certainly don't live in this body.
Dirty- as in- I need detox.
I can't answer the door, no matter how hard
you knock. So go away. You've done enough.
Tell the flowers I said hello.
I don't live in this body. I don't belong here.
And I'm moving on
from the view of the sole
of your shoe.