on days when this house is not a home i
pull my body out the doors and into the
earth's  chilly fragrance. and if the sky is
bold  i   light  my  heart  with  the  stars'
possibility  and  i  hope  and  i hope that
one day maybe i will be who i want and
i  will  look in the mirror in the morning
and say to myself yes, this  is  who i am,
who i lived for all those days  when  my
fingers    felt    sick  and people said my
smile didn't  match  my eyes. maybe i'll
find  someone to  explode  with,  maybe
i'll     share     my    freedom    with    my
ancestors    maybe    i   will  but  i  hope.