singular
The diameter of the circle we form is made by a single piece of white string. I hold one end and my love holds the other. Couples hold the strings between themselves, connecting and enduring.
a piercing ray of light
through the half-closed blinds
caresses my face
traces a line down my skin
and hits the floor unceremoniously
Nobody is as nobody does. Nobody can see. Nobody can hear. Nobody is watching. Nobody loves me. Nobody is caring. Nobody holds me.