How i am

I am left-handed and the slim fat one
I wonder if our creation was necessary
I hear tick tocks in my heart
I see scary kids in the night
I want to touch time and let it compromise
I am left-handed and the slim fat one

I pretend to be a genius in socializing
I feel scared at the mention of the word “trust”
I touch my poems till they moan
I worry about grams going blind
I cry when graves have my mother’s fragrance
I am left-handed and the slim fat one.

LARDO