SHOW ME

I know it’s a bit unreasonable to ask but could you just show me? I’d sit on a pedestal so they’d all know: not a human girl, but an art piece. If I were to wire a magnifying glass to my brain would they would see what I see? I sometimes feel I’m bursting at the seams, and that others’ understanding would somehow empty me if I were to be stared at with a single thread of empathy. Tell me: is it really that strange to want to be examined closely? I’m not lithe of tongue. I can’t form the right words to explain. I’m not clever or witty. But I see scenes and beautiful complexity, I hear rogue notes in my sleep, and I feel touched by the imbalances I have the chance to meet. I’d sit perfectly still like a statue, or try to dance to the best of my ability. Whatever you ask me to be, I’d be. I know it’s a selfish request, and you’d probably suffer embarrassment for such a silly art piece. But I can’t get the thought out of my mind. It’s stirring up all the rules and memories and so I just have to know. If I gave you everything, posed my mind and body, would you show me?