You make me feel at times
like a putrid scent that lingers
or the fistful of unwanted dimes
jangled in between your linty fingers

But I guess you keep me in your pocket anyway

what is this all for?
if i'm human and you're human
do you have the same scars?
the same stars? behind your eyes i mean

and can we share our stories and find where they intersect?

(what i'd like to ask every being i've ever met)