Can’t hear you over the music
rhythm ripping through my ears out my spine in bends misconstrued contortion.
Out of body experience, named it dancing.
I have been off beat since the track started.
I am comfortable here.

Can’t fit size 4 without a 1 in front
hips spread intentional,
too many pots of Bacalao and heavenly laughs around lunch.
Supping,
saturating friends with food for thought
for now they are family.
Laughs hearty feel better with weight
I am comfortable here.

I have been loving me without your assistance
We cry in the company of mirrors.
When I am most beautiful,
When I am most vulnerable.
looking head on to flaws, embracing insecurity openly
hiding nothing here
comforted there.

I belong in spaces where circles don’t fit squares.
Always been outside the lines.
missing puzzle piece forgotten.
Too short for deep ends so I waded.
Learned how to forge- my ass has been cashing checks I can’t afford.
still afraid to find me sliding doors theoried into better choices
But I like my choices.
But I have always been off-color
outcasted,
way left,

but that’s more than alright, cause I am, always have been comfortable here.