we’re lonely
even when we’re together
waiting for someone
or something special
because what we have
isn’t good enough
we want more
we need more
even though we have so much
we complain
about what we don’t have
we wait for meaning
looking sadly at lovers
at friends
at family
at hobbies
at passions
because it doesn’t feel enough
because someone can write it better
we want an imaginary world
with unspeakable emotion
and dauntless decisions
a true adventure
we won’t get it
but that striving
that yearning
that desire
enriches our souls
truly makes us human
how flawed are we?
to mumble glumly at the world
to look up at the stars and want
how brilliant are we?
to recognize our situation
and think we can have it even better
that’s innate human self-esteem
that’s how much we value us
nothing but better than the best
and I think it’s beautiful

the feel of it is smooth against my skin
I bought it at a special store for yarn
for when I get the urge to knit, begin
knit, knit, hold, double toe-up socks to darn
to decrease, you just knit two together
to increase, you pull it and yarn-over
in the craft, I’m always getting better
my supply of yarn is ever lower
almost every pattern is my ad lib
I create hats and mittens in the round
knit, purl, knit, purl, knit, purl, one by one rib
the constant repetition is profound
my hobby is basically therapy
combo of art and math, a rarity

I’m growing a cucumber
and it’s starting well
for the first week,
I thought that I’d failed
but three sprouts popped up
the next day, one more
three inches tall and no flowers
but it’s progress
all because I tried again

my future is a mess of knots
time naturally untangles
by myself, I’ve untangled
one string from the rest
but it took me two years
and I’m not really sure
if I should untangle more
or let time do its thing
I’m more curious about some
and I have no idea where to start
I guess I’ll work on an easy one first

bring on the crisis
bring on the challenge
just make sure it’s when I’m not home

the robot helps people
giving its electronic smile
and taking their temperature
the robot holds people
walking with measured steps
and keeping them steady
the robot hates people
charging up for the night
and dedicating its life to them

the road is a symphony of brake lights
yield left, turn right, merge onto the highway
an occasional beep reprimands the absentminded
this giantly orchestrated marvel
wow, how have I not died six times already?

they are lucky
yet unhappy
that’s humanity

he said no without a second thought
it’s that kind of ease that I want
yes, I can surely say no and I do
but to not consider it for a second
he’s free to not have to contemplate
even small tasks, I’m worried
I don’t want to seem crass
he knows he won’t be judged
why don’t I?