The Chameleon
She tells me I have died.
That the boy who once guarded her walls
had succumbed to something silent and devastating.
Is this what they describe when they say, “ignorance is bliss?”
What if we learn first as dogs?
Don’t laugh, I mean it.
When my pockets were empty…
now that was something.
She tells me I have died.
That the boy who once guarded her walls
had succumbed to something silent and devastating.