hazy anemoia

Cicadas chirp outside

Their song seeping through the screened door

It is a humid night

Like many nights

I have known before

The stars twinkle miles away

Spread in the tapestry of the sky

Or maybe not so far away

For they dance in my own eyes

It hurts

To stand below and watch

To be so distanced

From what I once knew

For I don’t belong

In this encasement of flesh

And carnal

Vile

Nasty thoughts

I don’t belong here

And neither do you