you ask me to describe
in words, myself.
but i lie
between them-
words that are often
replaced by the others.
Comatose i lie
between those words
when you say the one
and mean another.
i am
beyond what you see.
-lets not push ourselves into boundaries-
and become words
that sound the same
yet spell another.
i am
a blank
in-between a scribbled page
left for the perfect word
that writes itself.