Oh, hey!
I’m OK,
glad you asked.
Er, that’s right-
you didn’t.
But I’m making it through,
suicidal son and all…
my heart shredded,
food like dust on my tongue,
flesh melting from my bones.
Is this what it’s come to?
this world?
this culture?
Or am I the only one who feels it?
We are unattached
disconnected
LONELY.
It doesn’t take much time,
effort- yes,
concern- yes,
to ask
to be present while I answer.
So what am I to think?
What comes to me is
you don’t care-
(and you and you and you),
because you don’t ask,
And I’m alone
here in my despair.
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