Geography

I’m neither here nor there, really.

My head loftily meanders through those clouds

While my body is the reliant robot

Smile, laugh, tell a story, walk to work, isn’t it cold out today?

(Never mind the drifting)

And where is my heart?

Good question, where IS my HEART

(It’s not at the supermarket, that much I know!)

Maybe it imploded so it wouldn’t take up too much space

Or perhaps it’s hiding behind the bushes

Can I coax it out with a sweet treat and a promise?

Things will fall into place, everything will be fine, it’ll get better.

I can hear it now, retorting How?

Yeah, that’s when your answers fall flat like a three-day-old soda

Because you don’t fucking know.