Late at night
when I’m desperate
raw with longing
for him,
sometimes for her
aching panic
in the dark
for all those future worlds
I’ll never be
a sudden thought occurs to me
I’m still so young     inside

thinking this     way
I haven’t given up
knowing that
I tell my clinched hands
that’s enough now
let me
sleep

Electric taste
sensation elicited
stimulating tongue
currently this phenomenon  … nomenon enon nony
cannot convey information classified
humans cannot perceive with their tongue

Methods involve
changing
taste foods
and drinks
by using electric taste

We propose a system
drink beverages using straws
connected to an electric circuit

We propose a system
eat foods using a fork or chopsticks
connected to an electric circuit

We propose a system
Discussing augmented gustation
using various sensory

Please do not care who you disappoint

Some days I can’t see any beauty in you.
Or you, or you or you.
    or me.

I’m 1986
I’m 1996
… no wait, wait…. what?  It’s 2022.

It’s getting late.
How often do I forget how early it is?

Remember to breathe
look at the floor
turn the dish over and over in my hands
its clean, smooth, squeaks under my thumb

I’m ok one more time.

Then ever so quietly my mother says “Oh, yes, please go get some air.  Leave the rest of us here to suffocate.”

I can finish the dishes.
Of course, I can.
I can finish.
Finish.

Useful.

There’s beauty in being useful.