Alexandra Seidel

Take Me

Yesterday I was…
          …No, it wasn't me the other day, not with those eyes, not with those fingers and with the shoulders, I am not a brute like that; I smell of water.

On Mondays I am…
          …The hair is too red this time, she will not love the hair like that. Hair like that, it is not manly the way it should be.

Today I am…
          …What color should I paint those nails? The boobs look good, the face is impossible symmetry. I will find a lover, and he will dream of my riversmell.

Tomorrow I will be…
          …Green eyes, face like Cupid. Not just another boy to hear his songs, but a muse I'll be, made eternal by what he serenades me with; I forget, what shade the green? Moss or grass or emerald?

One day I will be…
          …I look at the face reflected in the water, and it is terrible, makes the water taste like bile. Looks old and brittle, looks like shit, a face past its prime. Water, give me back my faces, give me back the beauty and the truth, the lashes and alabaster; water water take me

Alexa Seidel lives, writes, and fills emptiness with thought.