Wednesday, March 3, 2010

...where His heart is.

Too tight.
Uncomfortably pinching
All the wrong places.
Holding my breath.

Too loose.
Hanging awkwardly-
Ill fittingness kidnaps
Functionality. Burden. 

Skin. Not in it.
Unsettled.
Searching.
Goldilocks' Syndrome-
Befriending Dorothy's, too. 

Maps are blurs.
Bread crumb trails
Eaten.
Acorn falls
On my head.

I look UP.

Home is...





 

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