has left me
not solely in the physical
but there is an absence from there brain.
heart to brain
feet to plane
my affection is growing small
for the desire to bleed into another's
solar energy....as I have always done with such ease.
I still don't know where I should make my bed
exactly which soil I should learn to love
I still don't know where I belong.
or which tea cups ide like to fill up
in which kitchen. on what stove.
I am searching for new translations.
I am closing the book on new characters
in this story
to fill my cup