i am worn.i have been tossed and turned
tumbled through waves of lust,
thrown into the depths of incertitude.
i have been picked up by interested hands.
talked about, turned over and examined.
thrown feet behind them,
i wasn't worthy enough for the crystal vase sitting on top of their white pottery barn table.
i much rather calling the sand my home.
i can bury myself beneath every fragment, hide from interested hands,
and find peace next to critters with little legs and eyes wide.
so far from you,
but so close to everything you wanted me to be.
