Seeing all these familiar faces
as if I had been away at the north pole
or they were locked up and are still trapped
in their job prisons and I visiting.
I feel like I am visiting my life when I talk about
what I have been doing.
It is separate from me,
scenes from someone else’s imaginary, never to be finished movie
which changes with each retake.
I have to remind myself that I have lost teeth and weight.
I look older even though I feel better some days
than when I was much younger.
Some days I have to make myself push through the fog.
too often I move, a habitual ghost, leaving no footprints
in the fresh snow.
From January 2014
