What’s different today?
The fog lifts and slips into the vents, circulating and awaiting their return.
Or maybe it’s in my head?
That must be it.
I’ve exposed myself for something more,
in light of your weakness- all I adore.
Silken skin in the porcelain afterglow- the sun rises on the porch regardless.
Regarded as dead to you, my morning glory is more horror story, and I expect you to forgive me.
I am the dew and mold, collecting in the gutter amidst my aimless soul.
Please take me with you. I promise you it will be different this time.
When the neighbors writhe in simile,
vibrations make way through dry wall, tender lit on the old plains-
Native Americans thought you sounded strange too
Settler backwash, swilled on sacred land, and the Indians creeping on hillcrests disregarded those fires
But I can hear you make love,
and I hope that isn’t replacing lust- complacency for rigor, so routine..
How do you know he loves you?
Suction me into fetal pose,
sound bleeding through the walls;
lull me to sleep.
Is that how he’s gonna remember you- your face plastered to the screen, as the text spews ominously and superfluous.
Coming from nobody, nobody to him at least.
“I must be a foot note to you.”
How do I know I’m alive, when you don’t see me?
What skill he will have when divorce comes someday, the stretch of words that are never spoken between the living and dead.
OMG- I get the car and you can have the house!
WTF- I’ll take the social inoculation.
Enjoy the love that silence offers.
Digital space and jargon that might as well ease the pool of thoughts you thought you once had. How was this a gift, when things prettier than me pulled you away?
Shinier things the commercial told me I needed.
Need to be close to “the ones I love”
The studio audience applauds.
Dad just stared in his palm. Dad transfixed on something more essential than me. How do I exist when you pretend I’m not here?
Niceties shared by crowd noise, silenced by machines.
Your need to connect, while not touching another human soul…