am i old-fashioned to think
that sitting in circles talking about our feelings
with complete strangers and expressing false concern
admiration, trepidation
encouragement
and holding hands and swaying
and forming blending machine friendships,
ingredients:
throw two people together unlike in taste
force them to mix and interact at high intensity
for a batting of a lash
and then
pour them out, into a tall skinny glass
and see that they are stereotypical liquid
together and of the same viscosity
then drink it up. because it will last at most a beat of a heart.
am i old-fashioned to think this pointless
a tiresome waste of time?
i do not pour the contents of my heart into a great glass bowl
and pass it around the table.
i keep the mixture to myself.
-Pamplemousse
1 comment:
I really like this poem. I get what you're saying :)
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