"Wendy saw the shadow on the floor, looking so draggled, and she was frightfully sorry for Peter. 'How awful!' she said, but she could not help smiling when she saw that he had been trying to stick it on with soap. How exactly like a boy!
Fortunately she knew at once what to do. 'It must be sewn on.'"
– Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie

i am trying to stick my soul
back to my feet with soap
but this is just no good

my soul a carpet pulled
from under my feet
my man found and
fucked me inside his truck

bleeding my therapist says
the reclaiming of the self
this requires needles/needless
the letting of blood
thread / bread to stitch it back
blood and more blood
some kind(ness) of nourishment

the soul on reflection
is a fickle thing

forgive me i wanted to be clean
dear therapy
you make me lightheaded
dear therapy leave me
and my voices alone

dear therapist
you are looking
for the monster inside me
the man who sweated himself
into my body and never left
the other shadow
in my heart you will not find him
here / anymore

the body will break/down
anything it cannot claim
so you see
i couldn't keep him

my man he pulled
the shadow/soul from under
my restless legs left
my lonely feet to flounder

my man run/struck
me up inside
his truck
my feet all he left

my man
he left

QUESTION FOR ANYONE WHO READS THIS: does the structure?? work?? i have no idea what i'm doing. also, the ending? ok or nah