Iskava

I feel like a chicken-wire mesh silhouette of myself, I feel like one eye is a faucet and the other is a drain. I feel like a once-overworked tiller, rusted, unused. I feel like a game changing machine from the fifties. I feel like a defunct, obsolete machine from the fifties. I feel like I'm already in my fifties. I feel like I'm malfunctioning at the start of my warranty. I feel like a printing press with nobody to put the letters in. I feel like an empty vending machine with nothing to offer. I feel like a rare and bizarre device from the twenties. I feel like a boxed and forgotten trinket from the twenties. But I know that I haven't left