I live outside
of things.
I creep close
to the bushes
and grunt
in the leaves
with the hedgehogs.
I breathe in
sweet jasmine
I breathe out
all the houses
I used to know.
My dress hangs
on a rose thorn
in a closet of
moonlit marigolds.
I am captured by
green wild owl
eyes and
none of the places
I used to know.
My face turned
towards sun
my heart a
flaming bird
burning as it goes.