I do not look human.
I find it comforting.
I read T.S Eliot for breakfast.
I wear pearls
And think I’m better than Mr. Prufrock.
I eat pizza with cheese in greasy train stations.
I ride on crowded trains
And read about modern punishment.
Clean and clear –
Prisons, hospitals, schools.
I cry in dim-lighted hotel rooms.
My nose bleeds.
My stomach still aches
I ride on elevators with strangers
but I never,
I never forget to lock the door.
Listen to Metric
Photography by Doru Moraru