I was unlike myself and becoming more like the others
accomplishing real world tasks
despite lacking my usual penchant
for reciting lines from the misplaced liturgy of liminal spaces
before attempting astral projection
to spice up the duldrums of drying laundry
because I thought it would be rather funny
to see myself from the point of view
only achievable when out-of-body
imagine a poorly rendered Sims character
bored to the bone from time-lapse automation
waiting for you to come home like a lovesick puppy
I may not have pissed on the carpet
but I found bliss in an unfinished basement
and instead of feeling alone
I securely attached to this redefinition
by forging a brand new identity
in being your adjacent

Cody Draco is an emerging queer poet, settled but never stagnant, creatively restless in the rural sanctuary of southern Kentucky, United States.