i hear you, my dear

the loneliness, even in a crowd is written long-hand on your cheeks like a tearful love song “Take me away” say your lips “Lay with me in paradise” say your eyes “Come with me – fast – let’s not look back” say your fingers as they nervously are worn down by the erosion of yourContinue reading “i hear you, my dear”

dance of youth

all around is insecurity – a room of adult children slow-dancing three feet apart, like at a school dance daring themselves to touch someplace new, daring, and potentially warm and exciting the disco ball and pounding music offer distraction a blanket to mute the senses and excuse a move not attempted drops of nervous sweatContinue reading “dance of youth”