refugee

I didn't exactly

stop

to consider the fact

that he would 

turn

me towards home

the frightening part

is when I stop considering

home

to be

home

I do that often-

quickly-

it is the first move

but I never have 

won

at chess

I tell myself to stay

put

no, don't move your feet

don't become so 

restless

but for so long

(which is a lie

because it hasn't been that

long

and maybe that makes me 

a liar 

to myself and 

to others)

sitting on my

toes

my limbs 

they fall

asleep 

my life-

a mishap

or is it?

nothing is a mishap

when I was

enamored

with Andrew 

sleeping outside his window

felt like life

and life felt misshapen