(photo by Tobias M. Eckrich)
I may look human
on the outside
but really,
I’m a zombie
I don’t chomp
organs
in public places
I do not want
to offend
I’m a social
zombie
I’ve adapted
to this world
My skin isn’t
ghastly pale,
but it’s close–
urban cadaver
My clothes
are neat
and clean
I even
floss my teeth
I’m a social zombie
I try hard
to fit in
It’s lonely
being a zombie
I would like to
have a friend
I promise not
to eat you
if you let
me hold
your hand
This is so cool- I’d be her friend- with certain conditions added!
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Friends with benefits?
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I’d say more like eating restrictions Erica than benefits
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That’s what I thought. Just kidding with you.
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Is the photo just an illustration? Without it, I like the poem, the way it speaks to loneliness.
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I didn’t really give it too much thought, Matt. I suppose so.
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