Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.

from Manifesto for Possession: Writing as Ritual and Haunting

Out of place

in every room that required obedience.

They called it belonging-

I called it disappearance.

I left my name on the table,

walked out carrying nothing

but the scent of rain on concrete,

and a small, disobedient pulse

that still remembered

how to bloom anyway