Familiar places feel like frostbite on my lips;
it’s been so long since I’ve called these hollow roads home.
The word itself feels like a robbery
a trajectory my life never took here
Please let it be known I never wanted to feel
I tried my best to adjust to unwelcome lands
But they did not want me
No, I did not want this.
So I am loosening the threads
around my neck
my legs and my arms
I am letting my life spill out where it may
I am recollecting the tombs I’ve placed here
may someone elses’ unhurried thoughts
take their place. May the slow,
burning summer of my mind
know that life is elsewhere
I will circle together my chains
where life grows.
I will show the world
that tumbleweeds can still bloom