I almost

always

live

in places.

In

different

comfortable

corners

of my mind.

Where I keep

the amputated

limbs of my dream,

a little

softer

than reality

will allow.

Where I turn,

swirl,

fade,

focus,

and blur

again.

Where

I feel as if

I’m arriving

somewhere,

learning,

to unlearn.

What?

I almost

always

live

in places

where I will never

truly

live at all

and I let that be enough.