“What We Are,” by Jordan Moffatt
Aug 20th, 2013 | By Defenestration![](https://www.defenestrationmag.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/Defenestration-Poetry.jpg)
We’re all just leaves
Waiting to fall
We’re all just guitars
Waiting to be played
We’re all just leaves
Waiting to fall
We’re all just guitars
Waiting to be played
It was Monday
when you burned up,
in a swell of
fire and brimstone.
You have Barbie dolls in your basement
with tiny shoes and tiny other things.
How’s her hair ? Sticky?
I always thought she used a little too much product.
Do you love her? Do you touch her?
Is she strapped in a box or out and about
peeking in on you.
I thought I saw
myself
floating above
the bed,
I have never tasted locust-borne starvation,
or been forced to swallow ancient misbeliefs;
I have never run from engine-driven sea waves,
or been thirsty on an island cuffed with reefs.