i find myself

in the 36 scattered people

yet

they seem half asleep

as if I had met them in a dream

 

i searched and i searched

for the place that I called home

but

I became more bewildered and disoriented by my surroundings 

 

I’ve hidden in my ribcage

between the heart and the lung

singing songs of memories

hoping to rekindle the past

 

We have a swarthy span of skin

that i don’t feel I fit inside

but

I’ll tear my arm open

and press it to you

and show it

to the 36 scattered people

because this is what i am

I am not real

I am just bones.