anthology

twenty five; "I have always been terrible at finding things"

check the car, maybe you left your self-esteem

in the small crack between the seat and centre console,

check your pockets maybe your childhood is tucked

into your winter coat check under your bed, maybe you've

hidden your innocence in a ratty shoebox that still smells

like old sneakers and it will still be there when you look

the worst thing about falling to pieces is that humans can do it so quietly.

once in a while i catch sight of myself in a window

and always talk my brain out of seeing something

beautiful. i say that i am thinner by a trick of the

light, that it's from a distance so of course i look

better, that it was the corner of my eye and i just didn't get a chance to catalog all the flaws

i have always been terrible at finding things

and i have lost myself, it seems.

- r.i.d