I'm sorry I've been wistful and half-hearted with my colouring in All my yellows are pale and I'm sickly with my greens And I'm twisting brickstone red in my teeth until my gums bleed I can't go out like this, it's unseemly and sort of Tongue tripping over teeth I'm losing pieces of myself in the living rooms of friends It's a sideways glance I'm done dancing in-between I'm so well dressed for someone with no sense of self But I'm slipping into being I'm brimming at the surface of my skin Opening