Undo

i
feel
like
a
stranger
to myself

how much is me
how much is the weather

no
one
is
exempt

from searching

i
can’t
disappear

i
can’t
shake
the
craving

my
coming of age
owes
a
lot
to
the
dot com boom
so
why
hasn’t
the internet
solved
all
my
goddamn
problems
yet?

i lost
the willpower
to
suppress
whatever
floats
inside
of
me

humans weren’t meant to be;
we’re extinct

yet i can’t undo myself

these
little
dramas,
fictions,
stories

my insides would cave if i lost anyone close to me