
Flux Magazine
"Don’t mind me" by Amanda Pape
We don’t realize we’re fading into the walls
Until it’s too late
You peel away layer after layer of
Paper maché flesh
In hopes of brighter colors underneath
In search of Something rough,
Or jagged,
Or ridged
Until you’ve stripped yourself away,
Bored into the plaster,
And come out the other side
And the other side, you ask?
Don’t get your hopes up
When was the last time
Something wasn’t
too good
To be true