kenopsia | a transgenerational poem

who am I

in a room unknown

in a room abandoned

who do I become

turn into

and against

for you

myself

in the blue tight changing rooms

empty

accompanied

why do I feel like an adult

why do you tell me that I’m an adult

stop acting like a little girl

when you know better

when you know better

when I am an adolescent on the edge

why does the memory of a flirtation stop

colourblind to every red flag

why is there no ending

why is it still ongoing

somewhere unlocated

I’ve not seen it coming

I’ve not seen it stopping

it just did

I came back into myself

empty-minded

something unnamed seeks rest in my blood

don’t mention it to yourself

if you want to sleep at night

have I not been awake the whole time

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: croque_melpomene

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