Impostors - Canasta

Changing the station

Does nothing

To make you feel any less

A guilty part of the rest of the world

Turning the channel

Does nothing

To separate you

From the voices that spew

But don’t speak for us

Feels like you’re bound

Feels like they speak for you

Doing things in your name

Things you would never do

When thoughts swim like these

Tell me how anyone

With living to do

Is supposed to get any done

Throwing your hands up

Does something

To make you feel better

After skipping that letter you’d meant to write

Aiming at neighbors

Does something

To separate you from the guilt that you didn’t do

All you could