I meddle with the complexities of life,
the intricacies of my body,
using my hands,
like I do with you.
Red like my blood on the kitchen counter,
moving steadily down, down,
until you’re unrecognisable.
A puzzle with no single face.
Green like my chipped nail polish.
I spiral my hands in anger.
A solvable annoyance,
squared short-term satisfaction.
White like the bubbles in my coffee,
an assemblage of confusion,
tuning into shatters of voices on the flickering
radio. Unsolvable stories.
Looking from a distance,
a kaleidoscope of faces.
unsolvable at first glance,
solvable once the bones break.
A twisting ticking time bomb,
colours scrambled like eggs.
Can be unscrambled unlike eggs.
A reaction of effortlessness.
Like my mind,
only few have the patience to solve it.
I grab you in my palms and throw,
I am not one of them.