like a shirt that doesn’t fit
too short sleeves
tight across the breasts
hitches up in the back
letting the cold chill me
letting cold fill me

my life is a question mark
an unfinished poem
stilted language and
forced rhyme
words written across
gooseflesh and scars

home is an idea
skin stretched across miles
tentative smiles
that don’t quite reach
brown eyes
I never quite get it
I never will

like the dream where
you’re running
with no hope of stopping
and wake upon falling
with a start and a shiver
I wonder forever
if I just don’t belong here