You’ll find shadows of yourself:
In the classrooms, by the lake,
Tell me that it’s healthy,
that you wanted different things.
Obsessively check your phone:
but there are no missed calls, no texts,
no tethers to the outside world for you.
Lock the doors and draw the curtains.
Go to the gym.
Realize that you’re not very good at the gym.
And order in Chinese takeout.
The next day, wake up alone
in a cold bed. Resolve to go back to
your life. Set your bones free
from the prison of flesh.
There will be others that
love your sharp edges and
see through the veneer
you’ve carefully constructed.
Alone is not a curse.
Spidery cobwebs blunt the too bright
lights. You are often beautiful, and even
more often in doubt.
The the world is bigger
than a stamp on an evelope.
Pull back the curtains
and look at the stars.