Overexposure
He had experienced fifty years of
direct loneliness.
The close and constant contact to
the skin made him grow
like a silver-backed gorilla.
Once a nightlight, he turned into
a panther. Sitting over the clouds
there was a god of water sending
oceans in all one direction.
He could have pushed his way
out of this typhoon, this bulldozer
coming from the fingers of every
body else. Wonder Bread, though,
made him too limp to grow into that
kind of burden on earth.
