mended carpet

the cuts i mended on my carpet

look awfully a lot like my skin

those caterpillars

thick, tense, unnatural

yet, there is life to them

there is a story to them

yet, they indeed are disgustingly…

pretty?

familiar?

sincere?

sincere.

if not my skin, then anything else

is the answer

to forge the familiarity,

to engrave it onto the world

to become one with

every…

existing…

particle…