Alone in a Room

she cries
but she has no mouth
she dies
but she has no soul
she is remade
out of nothing but cloth
alone to melt
she waits
for some kind of love
she breathes
but she has no lungs
she speaks
but she has no tongue
she clicks
but there’s no screen
available for her
to see through
she listens
but she doesn’t understand
she licks
but she has no taste buds
she looks
but she has no retina
she croaks
but her eyes are glue shut
glass eyeballs removed
a long time ago
she bellows
but the evening
swallows her up
she chokes
but she has no real throat
she coughs
but she has no windpipe
she sneezes
but her nose is cloth
and it just gets
torn apart
she sees
but no one is watching
she wants
but the room is empty
she needs
but her heart is naked
she/but/she/but/she/but
but/she/but/she/but/she
falls and can’t get up
she is perpetually hidden
and all sewn up.