Most of the time I order things that come with
whip cream just for the whip cream.
I think you might be catching onto me.
That I am always casting my eyes around,
trying to peer inside of things that don't have insides.
I think I've misplaced a piece of me on the streetcar
and I am hoping that when it returns to me,
it will tell me all it has seen.
I am emotionally invested in all the wrong stocks.
I've fallen in love with tangible items that will
never love me back, this might be the easiest kind of love.
I cannot see the MTV moon man from my balcony,
but I squint and try real hard.
The notifications that come to my phone,
notify me others are dancing and making
funny faces no where near me.
I am a chronic snacker,
large meals are daunting and demand attention.
My focus is fleeting and I can't love the macaroni the way you do.