sixteen

i had it.
i had it in my hand,
folded between my fingers.
lending me strength,
security.

our left hands, both
with rings.

there is orange on the walls.
dark orange, like it
got burnt.
the blanket on your lap
is soft.
probably one of those
microfiber deals you get at target
or walmart
in a bundle with a strap
around it.
my feet have pale cream colored
soft wool socks on them.
my sweats brush up against
long-unshaven legs.
we drink lukewarm-because-we-let-it-sit-too-long tea.

this
this all
feels natural.
feels welcome.
warm and safe.
i know where i am.

i am home.