all those things
I have lost —
the left side of me,
the right path, and
all the pieces in between —

if I were better versed
at my own construction, I’d be
scrambling up and down myself
looking for those pegs
and fitting them to my holes.

and I think about you
and wonder where you fit.
you’re a part of me
that I’ve never understood,
or taken the time to understand.

some night when I’m not so sore,
some night when my flesh is stronger,
I will look for you in the hollow of my bones.
some night I’ll find you, then put you where I need you,
in some place I dearly need to fill.