i think that sometimes
i don't think at all
this urge for solitude
like wilderness
hungry trees that stab their
arms into the stark sky
and wolves that howl in loneliness
we want to be embodied in that pain
in those stories
we want to be deliciously
alone
we want to be seen
to be deliciously
alone

none of these words make any sense
and i don't care

you're sitting four feet from me and
i'm pretending that you mean so much more than you do

that i like you so much more than i do

that this is all so much more than it is

because really it's too much
because really it's too much