Imaginary

What the hell am I doing here

With these see-thru hands

She asked herself this question

Over and over again

Imagining some day

She’d actually feel real enough

To know the answer

.

Class after class after class

Accolade after accolade

And rarely, another’s skin to confirm

Always

She came back to this feeling

This question

This ephemeral evanescent vapor

Her mind and body seemed to be

.

What am I doing here

With these see-thru hands

She asked herself this question

Over and over and over again

Imagining some day

She’d actually feel real enough

To know the answer

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