Enough

I used to say 

These are not my people

From here

Looking out

The vantage glib

Lumpy sacs

Hiding tubes

Sometimes guarding

Occasionally well

Always smelly

Glancing at glass

I was not dancing

But surviving

Riddled with holes

Across my face

And elsewhere

We could be friends

Now that I know

We are the same

I brush my teeth

Deodorize thoughtfully

Give a tight lip smile

Revealing surrender

Inquisitive eyes 

Become inquisitions

This world was built

When we found it

 

My luggage is packed

As is yours

The suit is the case

And vice versa

We can become great fans

Round is round

And celebrated

For being just distracting enough

You too

Are enough

They will beg you to believe 

When holding up a spoon

Or being one