poem

i feel indifferent, i don't feel anything until I explode

(but i feel it all, all the time)

    i belong in the in between. a space like Earth, but different....

the s p a c e s between words, the gap between each ripple

 a space like Earth, but different....

i can see through the murky fog and Winter mess

   "I'm feeling pretty indifferent lately"  

i whisper as i quietly lick the hydrangea 

that dresses my left hand