What if I could turn myself around, truly? Inside out, just like the promiscuous of all the sushi rolls.
Everything is frozen. It’s winter and I feel like a fish filet that has been cut into chunks just to be mashed together, forming a perfect shape. My composition hidden, covered in bread crumbs. This way I am appealing to the masses, am I appealing to you?
I am running away from the hot fat, the last stage of being devoured by all those hungry mouths that feed on individual souls. A filet on the run! I slip and slide through the city. I hide myself among the other frozen filets. We are all golden, covered in ice.
The only way I can express myself, get out of my crust, express myself – is in the dark. Away from the preying eyes of the mouths. I have been chopped but all my parts are still there, somewhere. So I peel away my golden bready crumps, I talk to myself. I try to find myself.
In the dark I recomposition myself. When the sun comes up, I put back whatever I peeled off. Don’t I look pretty for you? A true delight, just like the others!
In the dark, I find the chopped off parts. I find their true place. In silence, I talk with myself. In the corners, crumbles fall and I peel away the disguise.
A breaded fish fillet. Naked, frozen, awake.