7/25/2020

Remember those twinkling lights spread across the L.A. night sky?

We could try to look at the planets—everybody is always looking out at a space we will never fully understand.

And now we look at our backyard. Or that 2 feet space between the stairs.

Where did you go? You said you were there, but “ there” is not a space we float in and out from, room to room, avoiding a look, a stare, the same chit chat about this or that. How is it exactly that you care?

You do? Then who I am? What’s your answer? Say you support me, just not beside me, or with me, maybe in another sphere?

If only it was as easy as me staying in my lane.

Then your idea of love could remain and not catch the sky on fire looking for the planets we’ve somehow misplaced in our lonely hearts.