they tell me I look full
every leaf taken
they admire how I thrive
I grew the marks myself
chosen. occupied. given.
none of it is real
a stranger reads the surface
and goes
good
nothing real gets laid in me
I saw to that
the false ones did their job
the real one read the same surface
and believed it
like everyone
come anyway
stay until you find it false
no one stays that long
I made it too good
it kept out the one I grew it to let in