Nonsense

he’d gone to mexico and texted me a photo of the sunset on a sunday morning. i didn’t text back because in my mind it was no doubt intended for someone else.

the nagging feeling wasn’t going away.

they didn’t want me.

it was different this time. the distinctions between need, want and fear were clearer and my attachments to each of them had been diffused into various caravans of anonymity.

me was just a projection, a thing to be viewed but not touched. i longed to be a blank screen and made sure always to wear my glasses.

glass before glass before glass ensures that even a twinkle in ones eyes will seem to be a smile at just the right angle of the first teardrop.