I am not anything else and
I am not existing as a drawing for you to a paint,
that belongs on a page or in a picture
or in front of a camera.
Captured like I was before.
It’s been so long since a December was…
the way I first saw it. The way I first made it be in my mind.
It always falls on us but never as I remember it;
in a thick blanket of itself.
It was the second birthday, 31 days long.
I didn’t know who I was…
Where did you go?
long since the past. Your own
eyes stare back at you and you
are not forgiven.
I try to say hello,
but the paint has yet to set.