Dec 17


have my fingers lost their prints?
maybe they're in that corn maze,
where i left that one friend.
or maybe they're at the ocean,
where i pushed my body against its waves,
trying to peel myself from my skin.
yet perhaps they're in my brain, 
like floating foreign objects
trying to reattach through hardened membranes.
but they could just be on my fingers,
and i wouldn't know
because who doesn't know themself better
than myself.