to find people
go where the people are

light gray sky
tufts of it
seep to the ground
what an odd day

the sky is a glowing light blue-gray color
the last remnants of sunshine are bouncing
off the backs of the mountains surrounding the valley
there are two paths in opposite directions
tentative bright white lights of lover pairs go West
they shine and dance around each other
arms-length red lights of lover pairs go East
they commute and signal amongst the crowd
the muted reds and dazzling whites watch the other
pitying their counterparts for lack of insight
solemn and solitary yellow lights stand guard over all
all of them glimmer with intrinsic liveliness of varying degrees
the sky is now a transparent dark blue in front of endless black

a bad poem
is hard to write
it’s forced
unimaginative
and rushed

there’s a connection
it’s beautiful
all-encompassing
bringing joy
and togetherness
I have Wi-Fi.

the apartment is empty
I stretch my mouth
this is perfection
this is home
excitement at having made it
I drop into my bed
it’s just a bed
over there is just a nightstand
in the other room, just a lamp
but only my eyes recognize
recognize that these things are home
other people just visit
but I come back to it
my smile stretches bigger
and I clean up
I settle into a routine
it’s marvelous.

sameness for all of it
an individual at every milestone
this is me
I’ve only ever been me
and I stare at those bonded,
consistently serial
or just once maybe still,
and they aren’t individual
they are no longer human
they are squared human
but were they unities?
or originally fractions?
I don’t know
I didn’t know them before
but their decisions are joint now
they come as a pair
trousers, not socks
they are whispering
and smiling together
alone in a crowd
it’s remarkable
squaring a fraction creates less
squaring one is still one
am I a fraction or one?
which are they?

no ideas
just physical exhaustion
and a bad effort
at writing it poetically