Will You Move Your Things

My knees buckle under the weight of your expectations

My name escapes your lips and I hear a foreign language

The ways I shape-shift to find my place have only squeezed me out of me

Now my reflection waves back from the mirror with concern

I unlock my jaw to speak and your voice fills the room

Asphiaxting anything in my likeness

Yesterday I knocked on my own door and 

an old self answered a stranger

So I ask, will you?

Move your things?

So I am empty in a way that means free

Lose me in a factory reset

To find the girl from yesterday 

To walk back every bruise paid for in diamonds

To sit again in that bar 

And instead say, “I don’t give my number to strangers”