I am running in a white gown among the darkened trees, overshadowed by jealous night who can never be as dark as these shadows behind my eyes. My dress gets snagged by the empty branches. Everyone is naked without shame. Because the night has the moon. And what does my soul have but the distant stars that have tossed me ashore on this here foreign land. It is always that walk I want to take and then find the horror on my return. Open the curtains and see the ugly truth. Did I see you making love one night when I was seeking shelter in your belly? Did my brain crush itself with the inability to grasp that love has many faces? Did I always see myself on the outside? I am tired to be knocking on doors and windows. I am ready to belong somewhere. Only not all of me has heard the news.

 

And there is still nobody home…