All Been Said Before

I am held together by clothes pins and tension, a wealth of

odds and ends

I'm dazzling like the neon street signs hiccuping off and on

again all night long

I've got magazine friends and enough jealousy to lose them

But I know this has all been said before

I shed what escape my fiction provided

I lived a lifetime inside of my shelter and thought it about time

to see outside it

And I believed it was easy, stupidly thought I could just get up

and walk away

I've got illness hugging me like skin and I'll shed it clean until I

can taste the oxygen.