Go on, their eyes tell me, leave,
You don't belong here, not anymore
You're not one of us, not anymore
Not ever
...
there's a humming in the air you can
almost taste it
summer
under your tongue, not too sweet
...
echoes of whispers, actually, bouncing off the walls
with those irritiating piteous eyes
all big and knowing
oh, that poor person who lost their
...