Punked Valentine

This morning I woke up
finding this is someone
else’s life I’ve merely been
stitched up inside of
now what do I do and who
is this guy I try looking
around munching on the
furniture books and plants
someone’s made coffee
I wander outside there’s
a yellow umbrella and
a padded chair squatter’s
rights I’ll change the locks
and little by little steal back
my own identity with a series
of repos and free credit checks
realigned so lightly and brightly
no one will ever notice he’s gone.