People hold you while are you pretending to sleep and look away when you are walking past midnight with socked feet on the unforgiving tarmac while people walk down aisles free from their sins hands open wide running towards their wives I envy the way they sleep too close to the sun—
People are in the hospital with you but your mouth is metallic and people are crying with you but you cannot cry back and you say, where are people? There are no people. It is four am and you are alone and the curtains reveal a withering woman asking for water asking for water may I please have some water I’m thirsty I’m dying I’m going to die could somebody please help I’m alone
and
people look at you and you look at people back and you cannot talk to people, because people are difficult to talk to and all the lights are on in the flat but you are far away and there is a garden outside the window and so you turn to the small leaves teetering at the edge of the balcony and you wonder how they are doing.
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