I like this poem. At first I was like "Who is this airhead?" lol. No offense. But as I read, I really liked it. It's pleasantly confusing--those kinds of poems where you have to really THINK about what the writer means. I like its format; the way I percieve it, the parts that are not in (these thingies, I shall call them for I can't spell that...) are what you... I don't know, saying to yourself to make you feel better, but the stanzas that ARE in the thingies are what you really think about yourself. I may be wrong, but I still enjoyed this poem.
Holly
eviscerate your fragile frame spill it out in ragged form a thousand different versions of yourself.
