Hello stranger

Hello, stranger,

Your missive is polite, your sentences correct. Your cheerful tone is borrowed... Your lines stand free from text.

I read nothing; I see nothing.

A few more months, I will remember nothing.

Each day I leave, and leave, and leave again.

Migrating from my heart to the edge of my skin -

To without from within

Honing the envelope, polishing the thin armor

With bubbles, baubles, knits and fur

Loading the mask, lighting the road

Leaving the rest to rot.

Shedding homes like unlucky stars.

Shining the travel cloth.

Home are the forgotten letters; the way you spun your words;

The way they shot to me.

Stranger

Home are the thousand times you wrote me impolite.

Home is this city, and that one, and that.

Apartments sealed shut away with this year and with that  

The places left, and the doors closed.

Their yellow lights warming up winter streets

I have deserted.

Inverted shadows

The shine of those who own, the species who belong

Home is before the wandering

The graying core I cast away

The shared unspeakables

The hands under the skin

Abandoned rooms

Once brimming now blindfolded

Ever before

Letters like these

Hello stranger

Wish me happy

Home is what's ceased to be