spectator in different seasons
of myself

flying up to a cabinet in the top corner
of the house you lived in
when you felt in necessary to prove
that you could fly
built to use, but impossible to get to

projects you won't finish
but still get away with
on a laptop borrowed
half devolped concepts
she will find later under a carpet on the side of the room
grass, green, jungles, and people who care for them
their legacies reduced to little stories
few and far between
not enough to fill the 5 pages
you won't get around to writing

you are refining your breaststroke
meanwhile always looking over
your unknowing
self
as they bet
and bite meat off dried fish
a relative offers one to you
knowing your name
but not the specifities of your relation

ascending and descending stairs
falling in love with the newly born you
-but keeping a safe distance
lest you get escorted out
for performing too much interest in
an unbeknowst party
of your past