under the blue blanket

hot

but cold inside

cool

but burnt inside

this entire room has

nothing

to hug me

to warm

to ease,

goosebump

loose

numb.

I got mom on my neck

dad on my wrist

sis on my finger

city in my mind

Sunshine through the window frame of Saturday afternoons on the tips of my fingers and all over my palms.

but it is not them

that are holding me

Tight.

I hold them

and I hold myself

together

but apart.