so you pose that question
and yes, i feel quite well
what exactly were you expecting?

that I still be molting my petals
like some relentless flower
under an anonymous summer heat?

i think i’ve drank ‘til my thirst,
swallowed raindrops whole.
For which, I itched from the roots.

But these days, in a somber autumn
a passing, capricious wind
won’t ******* down.

I’ve got hands of my own
and I’ve been keeping them to myself
Sleep alone & let the dreams invade.

It’s enough to keep me alive.
And I still dance in the train.
I still gulp the eyes of strangers.

(none of which sparkle,
but I can see more than a face)
"Hold me, hug me, love me"

I don’t say it much more
'cause there's no use in asking
People only give what they’re looking for