To be clear and unclear at the same time
I created you in my basement.
I made your hair out of recycled violin strings.
I made you breathe with what is left of my screams.
I made your hands out of old wooden things…
I found them on the street.
I made your face. Your identity; with broken shards of glass from a mirror I broke when I was 17.
I made your eyes out of marbles that looked like the oceans southern beach in a hurricane.
I made your tongue out of the words that I drooled on my pillow whilst sleeping in a dream.
I made out with you.
I made you.
I made you up.
-Joshua Tool 07/07/17