My head rests in my hand,
because sometimes thinking
weighs more than carrying.
My hat has slipped a little,
like my sense of order—
but no one notices,
I still “look fine.”
My pearl earring
quietly keeps me in balance,
like the delicate lie of elegance.
And here I am, in this room,
lying among colors,
looking most at myself—
going nowhere,
yet drifting away from everything.