“off my orbit”
November 5, 2020
i am spinning off-kilter,
on the fourteenth of june,
in the center of my cookie cutter kitchen,
at 11:01pm,
trying to convince myself,
for the third time of that day,
that i,
in fact,
am a real human being.
i allow him to grasp my hand.
to try and straighten out my axis, to convince me we are dancing,
twirling to the melody of silence as a smile begins to protrude from my face,
but slowly pitters out as the silence gets louder.
to the naked eye, it is a vision of euphoria.
a pirouette-filled wonder painting a tiled canvas,
spurting warm, tender love and affection.
a snapshot of teenage romance, a cinematic masterpiece.
i watch it from afar,
wishing i could feel what i was perceiving,
but floating further away into the comfort of numbness.