I am starting to wonder who you are
the days you are expressionless  

slumped with arms waving randomly
toward the food you cannot convey to your mouth  

they have dressed you in someone else’s
things plucked from the laundry, a college tee  

white winter sweatpants though it’s summer
you seem not to feel a thing  

not the spilled drink soaking your clothes
not my goodbye touch on your shoulder