I am my own remote

             sketch by Iulia Pana 

To the left, I leave things

I want to think about in the morning

To the right, I gather things

difficult to discern at night

If you enter the world divided in two

It is too obscure to feel anything

I am a useless person

and I assign myself work for full days

one day I’m the boss, another the employee

paying attention to the chief’s lint

these are wonderful days

when I forget this mental hospital game

giving myself reasons for self-flagellation,

for salvation on the steps of a convent

days like pictures from advertising flyers

I remain mute, deaf and crippled

crawling inside me to prove to myself who I am,

leaving things on the left,

though I fear the left

as I fear the right

and the signposts I have encountered

that never led me anywhere

if you couldn’t understand, I’d believe you

but you know who I am

little by little you change me every day

I am my own remote

so click me here!

I am discoverable

one part on the left

the rest on the right

a ball like a polished cerebrum.

translated by Adrian G Sahlean