dream
everyone around me seeks to quell his loneliness as though it were an intolerable ache. salty abrasive acquaintances cleanse the lonely palate for a time, or perhaps it is fashion, the flightiest of the arts, that you seek for your parasitic soul.
my jaw tightens anew each day like a vise clamping down with subtle acuity. I run my tongue across my teeth and wander into the store, my thoughts agape, observing, brushing the rough part of my hand against your cheek through transparent space...i love you! i don't want you to feel impoverished or that you are being cheated. but you are a stranger to me and my timid recession into fantasy cannot easily be overcome, like the girl lying next to me on white silky sheets, her soft skin endearing itself to mine laughing and coddling my seratonin high like a crying child among a smorgasbord display of hazy lust. the curtains are breezy and we are asphyxiated by the gluttonous purity of the air outside
and still i press my tongue against the back of my teeth while making change for transients and stocking old clothes.