I run my fingers through my hair
feeling the irregularity of my own scalp
and a bump from a mischievous childhood memory.
I bring my hand to my face
recollecting the faint scent of human
a faint scent which is undisguised and untethered;
only I can smell this now and only I can smell like this now
in the end, I have been overcome by a feeling of self-constructed uniqueness
known only to me
and even then, it is secret.