I’m at that point in life where I keep
myself occupied with crafts and Netflix.
I slink through life like the spiders
in my bathroom—there one second,
and gone the next as soon
as you avert your eyes.
I can’t stay still, restless in loneliness.
He’s always on my mind.
Whispering through my days,
impressions never remain. I write
letters to the voices in my head, check
the mailbox every day for responses unsent.
Walls become great conversationalists,
doors a lover’s embrace.
My fingers twitch through sewing
projects, stain themselves with permanent
marker—but nothing lasts forever.
I hang daydreams from the ceiling
like those glow in the dark stars
from childhood. I braid and unbraid
my hair, always fidgeting.
He’s gone and I gotta keep him off my mind.