mute

my lips loose lips.
numb flabbergasted lipps.
cant feel you face
wind takes your place.
a switch of positions
my feelings flee to the sky
and the wind slides in through my eye sockets.
so that all i feel is the very tipps
of t's and predicaments
i was once in at the age of four.
all i feel is the begining of my face
the surface space for only grace and grace alone
with words that do not shelter hate
for my body or my soul
the wind inhabitts my sad and scary places,
the wheres and whens of how i feel humiliated
by the sight of me.