Watching people
Gathering up their shadows
Fold them up
Tuck in my back pocket
So later
I can lay them on the ground
Run my feet over them
So emotions tingle against skin
Sizzle pop, and skittering across me
I pull them over my body
To pretend
I have home in the ghost of their words
Envisioning myself
In their shoes
Learning how they breathe
And dream
Tourist, in their lives
Lingering on the edge
Teasing their forgotten shadows
Finding the details so trivial
They bring me to life
And I am reenacting
Their lives
In the privacy of my own home