I feel like a stranger
in my own body
numb
hollowed out, like
a nut’s shell cracked open
no meat inside.
the forest is dark and deep
and my heart wanders
leaking
over the pine needles.
every time I think
the sun is rising
she slips back to her bed
and I weather the cold
well or ungracefully
I don’t know.
just–out of touch
longing for more
and fearing it’s arrival.
I guess I’ll just
stay
here
for now.