I’m wasting space all around me,
allowing myself to simply linger
along the dotted line
like the coke lines at the next table.
Here and now,
I’m sinking into myself,
having one-sided conversations
where there is no asking for advice
and the only shoulder there is strains my neck.
This is a rumble of spare parts
where skin stretches
and splits if you’re not careful
and I’m never mindful
when it comes to these landfills of suspicion
where recognition comes at a cost
and a whisper could destroy everything.
Life lands us in a cycle of days
where the same things are done
and the gestures we collect
are left in the back of our minds
until the stink of the person next to you
brings it all back for another turn.