Liminality

I’ve said your last week

was the most uncomfortable I’ve been

without having to hold my body closer

sometimes I wonder if ghosts watch us dress

and I wave my towel above my body

toward the heavens

not an act of surrender

– my towels are eggshell blue –

a final veil of safety against the unknown

never vulnerable even in my own bathroom,

my own quiet spaces

are not quiet

sometimes I wonder if human affects are limited

to the body

if your salvation is mine

all thoughts done away with in exchange for pure existence

watching over me unassuming, unwanting

quiet guidance

I say the comfort zone is where

dreams go to die

my ultimate dream is earthly comfort

welcoming the arms of my futures