a fix
for that hitch in your
get along
has been found:
turns out,
someone had
drawn the picture
backwards
and upside down;
turns out,
the delirious,
terrifying bliss
of an omni-
benevolent heaven
was not only
under your skin
all along, but
nested, entrenched,
embedded—
tangled
in the protein strings,
installed
in the best and the
shoddiest corpuscle.
In light of this,
perhaps it
makes sense
why you never felt
the least bit at home
in your thoughts—
perhaps all along,
you never were
homeless,
not even once.
Because
you were living
in your body.
