Everyone’s trying to find themselves these days;
seems like the topic of the decade.
Lovers masked behind the text on a screen,
alcohol masking all emotions to be seen.
Our game of tug-of-war between our projections and our shadows,
we stand, stunned in silent stillness, wondering how deep the wound goes.
We’ve forgotten the non-electric world,
between fingers, between addictions, distractions….the absurd.
I’m always on the verge of falling in love… and a desire to be safely furled.
My fear of intimacy may actually be unknowing – can I learn?
Who can teach me? How do attraction and true love work?
I sit here by candlelight on a cold and dreamy Friday,
wondering if my body’s wasting away.
All the while, imagine the line outside,
hanging my drying lingerie.