The space I inhabit
Colder than the rest of the house
(The windows leak, the fireplace is
not sealed)
More spacious than my last space
But just as
confining and empty
The grey skies outside all eight windows
Mirror my heart
I shout into the void
But cannot be heard over
the sounds of everyone else
Shouting
into their own voids
their own private
hells-on-Earth
Everyone seems happy
Everyone is lying
This is fine
I mask my expression
Literal and figurative
I smile for a camera that
No one sees
Or can see
or even wants to
I ask myself and everyone I see
what the hell is wrong with you?
And their question of me
mirrors my own of them
Long night into
longer day into
longer night into
A month of nameless days
one month turns to two
turns to three, turns to ten
And we are still nowhere
or perhaps no-when
or perhaps no-why
Hazy morning into wet afternoon
Alone.
