Selective Attention

By Riley Sullivan


Im not safe.

Im not as safe as I like to believe I am,

I like believing I can protect myself from that, from those things.

I often wonder if its more important that I keep believing,
that I avoid peeling off my many, many masks to meet these demons squarely.


Im curious about my face, my plain face unshielded.


What is the texture of my skin?


I won’t save myself this way.