She wants to live in the woods
(alone)
but her body is too thinly guarded
to bear winter’s frost (without a heater).

She wants to live in the woods
(alone)
but her hands are too refined
to relate to rugged firewood.

She wants to live in the woods
(alone)
but her face is too undefiled
to become imbued with dirt.

She wants to live in the woods
(alone)
but her eyes are too poor
to see past melancholy, to discover functionality.

She wants to live in the woods
(alone)
but her arms are too scrawny and inexperienced
to lift even the smallest stones.




She wants to live in the woods, alone.
but then where would I call home?