It’s difficult to look outside of my my-
-croscopic lens; it just feels like a job
to never have to consider who is
an actual person that should matter to
me. It’s an almost impossible trick,
that only me and most other adults
can forget how we felt growing into
a new body, how we forget ever knowing
We're just like everyone else who also thinks they
aren’t like everyone else because they didn’t have
someone to hold their heavy lovelorn child-hearts.