I notice your eyes
as they scan across my limbs
the recognition-
the awareness.
But do you really care?
Are your questions genuine?
At times I thought I had found
a real
"genuine"
friend.
But to be honest
I don't think I even know what
"genuine"
even means.
Mother Mother wrote a song
called "Conversations"
"The faces are empty,
and so are my bedsheets
but my bedsheets keep me warm."
The emptiness extends beyond my bedsheets.
I feel empty INSIDE.
06/18/2022
