us/them

i see this in my head: they deliver to one another a curious silence. uzak, screaming together as they jump into the sky

here we are saddled with other kinds of distance, less heartbreaking and less grand because real life isn't, right? it just dissolves and moves on, absorbing new forms

us, and them: blood only courses when we're at a distance stealing time for each other. zzz lick. but just us and i and we disintergrate. i block from sight touch and smell all evidence you were in my head.

no there isn't an us without them

but clearly that isn't real. i see in you the hurt as you think of your her, a lithe warm body contorting to the sweat of who you couldn't be.

our demons make us real! knocked over by dissatisfaction discomfort and we are propelled to one another.

leaving you without fullstops is leaving space for more for less for change