N. ventured out.
He didn’t remember the dead,
because he didn’t think they were dead.
When he walked down the street,
‘That’s a very convincing costume.
Who’s he trying to be?”
He has always known
how to navigate the in between spaces.
The hallways, the alleyways,
the dark rooms next to the bathroom.
He glided between them.
He preferred the shadows,
they hid his differences.
He didn’t care about power or control.
His concern was finding the crease,
that led to the in between spaces.