Next me is a wall
or rather a semi wall
for alluding to an imaginary pathway that guides
or rather
divides people who want to study in the casual study room versus the quiet area.
There is a circular hole in this black wall next to me
and past the black paint, I can see the particle board
that makes up this wall. Then past this particle board
there is space- nothing, a power supply to the outlets built in that I am using now , a camera maybe, cables to the tv on the other side of this semi-wall.
Next to that are my 2 wall chargers that charging my computer
and my phone. And of course my phone, computer
but also, Casio watch and two band-aids- barely visible on the white table background.
Before me
is my laptop
not you,
but my laptop.
next me is my water bottle
metal
a used paper towel
moist
hand cream
closed,
three books
my headphones
next to me is an empty seat
and you are not in it.
but you are not even so specific
as these objects,
you are vague and elusive
you are always leaving
whoever I think you might be
once
maybe right here even
opposite where I sit now
we sat together
and tried to study and couldn't
I gripped your thigh tightly
and desire for you
and an assertion of your presence
and my true love for you
flowed through me
so legibly
and now the spirit of love
has left that person
and passed through so many others
who are also
not
here
now
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 12:48 PM UTC
Next me is a wall
or rather a semi wall
for alluding to an imaginary pathway that guides
or rather
divides people who want to study in the casual study room versus the quiet area.
There is a circular hole in this black wall next to me
and past the black paint, I can see the particle board
that makes up this wall. Then past this particle board
there is space- nothing, a power supply to the outlets built in that I am using now , a camera maybe, cables to the tv on the other side of this semi-wall.
Next to that are my 2 wall chargers that charging my computer
and my phone. And of course my phone, computer
but also, Casio watch and two band-aids- barely visible on the white table background.
Before me
is my laptop
not you,
but my laptop.
next me is my water bottle
metal
a used paper towel
moist
hand cream
closed,
three books
my headphones
next to me is an empty seat
and you are not in it.
but you are not even so specific
as these objects,
you are vague and elusive
you are always leaving
whoever I think you might be
once
maybe right here even
opposite where I sit now
we sat together
and tried to study and couldn't
I gripped your thigh tightly
and desire for you
and an assertion of your presence
and my true love for you
flowed through me
so legibly
and now the spirit of love
has left that person
and passed through so many others
who are also
not
here
now
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