There is a gap in my stomach. I knew this would happen, but not feared. I do not know where my home. I am part of the world. I do not belong anywhere. And yet I feel as possessed of the border and center at a time ... I am a crack in the system. An endangered species, not just die. I'm tired of feeling so much. Do not give my body more. And it gives for more. You can not. And continues.
My home has changed, but still intact inside. Alien in my country. Resident of the universe. I investigate my insides to know me, but every time I know more. I confess and gradually restarting, I find I know more than anyone, least of all.
Show. Feel. Experiment. The north is under my dermis and shows through my eyes. The center is out and out of my mouth. The south. The south. That I keep to myself.
Just me (and him) know.
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