chants of ‘mine, mine, mine’
what do i gain through solitary play?
hunched shoulders, a cave for a body
hoarded past resentments
keep overcrowded closets.
the only thing i feel is heavy
the lowliness of loneliness.
i wonder at the thoughts my head kicks up,
at their sharpness and depth and ability to completely restart me
was i made for other people? were people meant for me?
existing cohabitating melding mixing blending…
am i the oil to the world’s water?