Sometimes I think I am
halfway done
a little raw
inside the heart of
my
self

I stand in galleries
in large, track-lit halls
  and look at the art-
   in which
I do not relate
and I can feel my cramped
foot inside
my little shoes
that I bought
because they're
red and I want
to stand out too

I think I'm half way
done-
embarrassed and
  a little pink,
but still hot from
your flame.