Unthreading

Familiar places feel like frostbite on my lips;

it's been so long since I've called these hollow roads home.

The word itself feels like a robbery

a trajectory my life never took here

Please let it be known I never wanted to feel

So Lost

I tried my best to adjust to unwelcome lands

But they did not want me

No, I did not want this.

So I am loosening the threads

around my neck

my fingers

my legs and my arms

I am letting my life spill out where it may

I am recollecting the tombs I've placed here

may someone elses' unhurried thoughts

take their place. May the slow,

burning summer of my mind

know that life is elsewhere

I will circle together my chains

where life grows.

I will show the world

that tumbleweeds can still bloom