Do answers change, mature

monotonous clarifying statements 

pressed onto skin 

that somehow 

visibly invited …

“Your parents must be saints!”

“Are you adopted?”

“What are you?”

“Do you want to find your real parents?” 

… how are you … 

I have grown to ask, 

“How did you sleep?” 

answers can vary 

family, biology queried … 

trauma’s politeness.

Entitled examination,

at any moment, under the sun

what can be replied … 

you don’t really want to know, 

never understand …

“I am thankful I have a bed and

I didn’t sleep great”

Who interrupts your dreams?  

Full time job 

answering adoption’s secrets,

as questioners quizzed me

while I was wanting to play the day away 

as children do

stretching, 

amplifying toward

unchallenged personal truth

average day,

a million emotional miles away

honesty in plain sight

within reach

vulnerability takes flight