me.

me.

is there room enough for that?

me.

is it too much to ask for one day, one simple day, to just be

me?

one simple day to just be with me.

am I so hard to be

with?

am I so hard to

see?

Me is the person that is hardest to know.

What does she look like?

hard to say.

I sometimes see her in the windows we walk by.

sometimes catch a glimpse of her when I'm brushing my teeth.

tired, or sometimes

so beautiful, I can't believe people have a hard time loving her.

I like looking at her in the mirror after a long cry.

eyes red, eyes green,

wild with fear or fatigue.

sometimes we can stare at each other like that for a long time, and

see back in time.

see something that has been hidden just below the skin,

something

real.

and, then I get spooked and turn off the light and leave.

me.

I'm asking for a little space here.

some time.

some luxury, even.

warm water, weightlessness.

trees and sky.

a delicious nap next to the sea.

squinting my eyes open from a nap full of pelicans and seagulls singing.

nowhere to be for miles.

hours.

days.

happy to know I belong to people, places, a path I love.

sung to my delighted bones by a song that knows

me.