She Pulls her Bag Closer and her Hair Falls Around her Shoulders

I / forget to water my / plants I am

/ dirty / and not in a chic / cosmopolitan way but in a deep / ly forgetful and irreverent / one I don’t always know / when to take off my coat before I am drenched / in sweat or / after finding myself in / this state when / to put it / back on to prevent / a fever / or the discomfort of acclimating too / quickly Everywhere / I’ve ever / lived I’ve slotted / myself / in by digging a / grave to fit into / like / planting a seed Some patches / of soil are more fruitful / than others I do not know / when a gift is a gift or a / gesture / I am meant to feign / for My body is often hairy and not / because it is a statement / of intent but rather / because / frankly / I am too lazy When I do / pluck and prune I / feel wasteful for the time it takes I / feel wasteful / when I drink water / out of a bottle So I am / constantly dehydrated / but the idea of / carrying a tin can / with me feels cumbersome / and cringe I want to seem / cool and collected but I am / odd and at odds with / the rhythms of anyone other / than / myself The / people around me have / so many feelings and I / am often hyper aware / of them which means I / stare / at people / for longer than / I should I / imagine they must see / an owl gawking / in silence / and think what is / wrong with her but / when someone / looks at me I / think what is wrong /

with / me /