starfucker

sometimes i wonder
what people see
when they talk to me

what is it
that one person wants to open up to
while the other walks away

my hair is growing out
a slow return
to the norms ive lived within
a full circle completed
from last year

this cold that pierces though the windows
bites past my wool sweater
was when i met all the friends i have now
i can trace back
to one of these frigid nights
the day i gave one ride home
to two relative strangers

everyone else bridges out from there

strained
this time of year
stretching to find some comfort
with someone
with myself