Closet Space

I don’t enjoy the art of appearing
Especially
Uninvited, either in my private life or in the public life
Worse still
Is the horrifying art of disappearing
While the darkness gets pregnant
Just to deliver an unbelievable evil
In our daylight
I hate my hair to stand on edge
While my heart knocks
Endlessly
At the door of my mouth
For reasons I cannot explain

Bose.