Pinocchio

Pinocchio will never be a real boy.
I know that.
He will never eat real crackers and soup.
But it is better that you see only this marionette who
        brings to the world the protection of his woodenness.
I cannot put myself at the mercy of your raised eyebrows.
Do not ask it.
For many years I believed I was the only one who
        sent whittled wood loosely strung together out
        into the world to live by proxy.
Only little by little did I learn that nobody is there...
Nobody at all.
We are all elsewhere.