filling edges

 

I wear my body awkward

I wear my skin quite fine

My hair wears me roughly

My eyes don’t exist without scratched lenses

That wear me tightly, silently

For all the comfort in the world

I never seem to fit

In the size of my own frame

Stumbling through edges

Cowering in the massive of blank space

That the frame cannot full

It’s taking time, years in fact

Slowly expanding to fit in an individual way

Where cowering transcends to meaning

And falling out of edges

Seem an elegant flip of nonchalance

 

Author's Note

Cp. 9:??AM Fri 03/07/08 NM Finished Write, not the same words same idea, blah (Written, Tobi.)