My hands caress the shiny
waxed apple, fingers prying
into warping, warm, material
as they combine, melting
lies solidified as one.

My frame is taut, my arms
bent threateningly, legs pulled
in tight, my body betrays a
truth spoken from all of humanity
that we are one and the same.

I differ, internally only, though
in my mirror, the outside
as deformed as a jigsaw boxed.
Torn features jiggle, collide
as I attempt to form patterns,
lizard brain grins.

I attempt autonomy, moving
with stiffness as man runs,
my robotic reciprocation
imitations of those winning,
charming one and all as the
leaders of now, my flattery unseen.