Different.

You stream in
a patch of sunlight
in my morning room.
I stand in you
my face warms
but my feet stay cold.
How can I tell you
why I don't know myself?
Everyone expects me
to be different
than I am.
I am different.
But I wish I was the same.

Shadows.

They're not just tricks of light and dark.
You hear them.
You smell them, taste them, feel them.
They seep right into you.
They become you.

- Excerpt from 'Marty's shadow' John Heffernan -