Exit Music
The exit music
is hypnotizing; it's held me
captive since I was young enough
to cover myself under blankets and
fuck a phantom,

bestowing on me those sharp catacombs
of love-me, love-me-not, always holding
reality at a tethered distance, leaving me
alone, at the end of the credits.

I fell in love with this notion when
I was too young to realize the error of its
fault line, breaking, like a soul in the throws
of birth.

I don't know how to not
be myself.