

Unnamed
Omar
When we were younger
we played make believe grown ups
We're grown up and still playing
I spend most conversations with adults
chewing slang
til its lost its flavour
Swallowing things
doesn't make them go away
Spitting them out
is refusing to hide any more
I'm happy if I'm as Me as possible
Me as
cartoon in the mirror
Me as
glint in your eye
Me as
lost crayon nursery self portrait
Meteors don't want to crash
they just haven't worked out
how to orbit politely
Sometimes I can't fit
all the thoughts in my head
So I find them homes
in other parts of my body
Fingertips
hold them better than knuckles
Mouth
better than eyelids
Chest
better than feet
I spend whole days listening
to the marks on my skin
Whole nights
at the feet of the stars
Letting them tell me
how they got here
Atonement
for all the years
I denied their existence
I think finding myself is like
looking for other lost things
Just need to check all my pockets
Retrace my steps
Look under everything
It'll be here somewhere