If My Room Is Monitored

Written by Jmar Atienza on January 6, 2013
Arranged by Willow Watson on January 14, 2013
Published in Issue 005

if my room is monitored
by security cameras,
then people will s ee
how i,
    torture myself
with, o r c h e s t r a l sounds
with, emphasis on
 violins,
   cellos,
and   s axophones
fabricating,
the s addest tones
and
melodies
with, photos of
s u n l i g h t
s preading behind houses
in, temperate countries
or, lush c o n i f e r o u s trees
or, animals
say:
a cat
doing nothing
or perchance
with
                photos
of your face
on      face     book
those little almond eyes, lacerate
my s kin
those soft wet lips, poke
my cheeks
penetrating
deeper into my mouth, then
cutting
my tongue
those hands
comp r e s  s me
and brake
my bones
as though wrapping a
chicken in a
plastic
wrap
you leave no air
inside,
and fuse,
the plastic, with the
skin.
to be immobile;
to be dead