7 or 8 D

This one took a bit of time to digest, and I read it a few times. That's not a bad thing.

As usual, I really like your imagery and use of language. Particularly I enjoyed the lines "Only the flaws speak real talk./Everything else is mirror deep."

Yet at the same time I keep getting the feeling that is poem is incredibly personal. The entire time I read and reread this I kept trying to "figure it out." Was there something I was missing? Something I wasn't picking up on?

If the title itself is a reference to something, then I didn't know what it was referring to. Which would be an issue with me, not the poem. I kept feeling like I should have known what is was referring to. I wonder if that's the feeling you were going for, because it took me some time to realize the importance of the lines "I cannot document this." After all, if you yourself cannot document this thing that you are attempting to, well, document, how am I supposed to? The poem very much turns inward and I feel almost like a stranger who has invaded your personal space. Here I am listening/reading your inner thoughts, and I expect to come to some sort of conclusion regardless of your trouble documenting it? How arrogant of me.

I am left feeling uneasy at my inability to help and to understand. Yet, that's what I liked about it.

I'm a sucker for the sound words make and I like the tune you've called here. Like the previous commenter, however, the images seem intensely personal and hard to crack. I will read it a few more times as my brain is a bit foggy this morning.

Like the others, the title eluded me. Consider a reference to 3D . Maybe, a parenthetical.
The words though, are strong, as though they are very personal but you crafted the stream of consciousness flow as it came, slowing the current enough to make the words do a job.

I like this very much.

I think the high quality of the comments tells a great deal about the poem's success. They all sound spot-on, and I don't feel like I have anything to add.

Except that, yes, the sense of bewilderment is something I am getting too. I love reading this, and would be eager to hear you read it.

The words, the images are disjoint but exact, and precisely placed. I'd thought the title might refer to an apartment number, as though the poet wasn't sure she'd come to the wrong floor. I like it.

I think it takes a very adept poet to convey chaos in this rich fashion - too often it just comes off as a muddle.

I love the use of the "i cannot" phrases as anchors, providing the user with a reference point of some sort. I think that may make the entire poem the success I think it is.

This feels a bit like what James Joyce might have written if he'd known when to stop.