This
Body.

This humanly.
Thing.
It keeps me settled.
In a skin
too tight.
Or is it  simply
Too big?

This thing that takes me through the world.
When i rather
hover over it.
or fly.  

This thing that
Relays information.
I can never
understand.  

I try to make it
understand too.
In miscommunications
It never understands.

This body is a home
i haven't
moved into.
Where i know this is my place.  
But cant unpack my bags.

And its taking
twenty years.
To only
settle in.

Tell someone often enough to shut UP
they will

shut
        d
           o
             w
                n.

We move in and out of our
Best and worst places

Hopefully, more graciously

So though it’s not different
It is.

"Being heard is so close to being loved that for the average person it is nearly indistinguishable"
(David Ausberger)

Shame tells it’s stories
In third person.

We need a Permanent
Family,
Home,
Lifestyle,
Job,
Income,
Relationships..­......
Why?
When Life is temporary.

If you want to be Remembered
              FOREVER
Borrow a huge sum of money
               and DIE