Own

Shay Lubin

I do not belong in belonging 

“Be careful of the possessive” (I never realized how haunting it is)

My and mine make me shiver

I want to loafe in my own being 

Is such freedom obtainable?

My greatest friend is isolation,

My biggest fear is objectification,

Silent strings tugging me, fooling me, singing to me

in sweet songs of manipulation

So let me float in my own soul—

At least for a while longer

Clinging, dreaming

My naive youth is fleeting after all

I will belong to all and nothing 

Belong to the dusty homes, crispy air and dinky trinkets

The cave crickets, the maple trees

The comfort in the uncomfortable and all else I find myself a part of

Linger forever, fleeing in an astral projection of myself

Owned of my own soul