Prototypical

I wanted to address my addiction to People.

Oh, how careless of me.

Of course,

Of course the world is crawling in you

A strut, a laugh, an eyelash-

there are warped pieces of you all around me.

I’m surprised it took me this long to notice,

And to fall out of love with you,

for the time being,

I must fall out of love with it.

Familiar

Solitude that is sharpened by the leftover, sickly smell of you.