i have changed.
like my favorite jeans
in middle school,
i grow out of some things.
i shed.
and i will continue to.
we are as fluid as the
rivers and the seasons,
nothing is meant to
always stay the same and
we are no exception.yes, i have changed.
just as every single cell in
my skeleton will replace
itself,
my heart will be new, too.
and that is okay.
you find the ingredients
to lose yourself
in the kitchen cabinets.
in twelve hours with coconut oil,
a chopstick and a fork,
you unkink your hair and
lose a piece of yourself in
the air that blows between the doorways
of the only home you’ve ever known.you’re down a limb, and you can
feel its phantom
brushing up against your body,
trapped
within these same walls.you shut the door quickly
when you leave so
that it cannot escape.
it has to stay inside.
you want to visit sometime
soon.
Silenticel 