to G., who never saw herself going and coming Here I am and I sit within the surrounding space Yet, I am outside. Outside of what is your norm, your truths, your daily. We come from the same mothers and sometimes the same fathers. Placed in areas where geography says, You go here. They go there. (You know, we honestly had no choice in the matter.) And we sit here, so similar, So much the same. But you act funny
