Tag Archives: fitting in

In between

Where do I belong?  Where do I fit in?

I’m only comfortable in the spaces in between.

Not at work

Where I strive all day to succeed

Where I stress under deadlines

Where I straighten my pencil skirt’s hemlines

Not at home

Where I go into overdrive

Where  I feel like it’s 1955

Where I warm frozen triglycerides

Not with friends

Who are just starting lives

While I’m pretty much almost done living mine

Where I permasmile behind a glass of wine

Neither here nor there

Not a place that’s mine

Not a place where I belong

or a space I can embrace time.

I’m in the box car

wheels taking me from close to far

but never where I want to be

which is the spot where I fit in

wherever that may be.