Haunted by hidden understandings coded into real conversations.

A yearslong watching, eating from.

A vibrant splinter in an otherwise mundane life.

A conjuring with whom to commiserate when most betrayed by oneself.

Everything real a mere arc around, away from, and towards one's inevitable re-wounding upon this.

Something to run to and from. Don't wait, go now!

Everything's fine.


Oh yeah, don't forget to be a good child / partner / parent / colleague. Above all, don't tell anyone what's going on because no one could love all this.