February is a thin-skinned month
pebbles bruise and
slide under my skin
The month in which I lost
and almost lost myself
The month I realized
I was a borderland girl
as I wandered this world
and the next
seeking the lost one.
In February the pebbles tear my skin
never bouncing off harmlessly
In February I learned to grieve.
These years later emotional memory,
muscle memory rises, has imprinted,
still blindsiding me
the daddy-shaped piece of my puzzle
I’m still wandering the borderland
still searching for that piece.
Whether I realize it