I Don’t Belong to Anyone

November 8, 2024

Somewhere Alone

I am not being put in a frame and nailed to an empty wall. I am not being drenched in ink and shoved in the bottom of a junk drawer. I am not being planted, potted, or picked in a garden beside a rose colored glass door. I don’t rest in multiples on a mattress where I am preserved and fluffed. Instead, I am inhaling strangers’ conversations hunched over a dirty bar top in the company of a potent beverage. I am interpreting masochistic books on how to change my life for the better. I am crowding the silence in my home with the hopeful voice of someone who has felt what I feel. I am showering with tears mocking the water pouring over my resilient body. I am appeased in the presence of anything but someone.