it feels like
the end game
has already passed us
but time is still
of the essence.
It feels like
I've never been more
self absorbed
or less attentive.
Like, if I'm not
at least trying
to control
my own thoughts
I will probably be seen
as more than a little
gauche—so
in lieu of meditation
I've been practicing
my penmanship
in reverse:
first I write lost
followed by is
and then all.
*
Later on
I take a picture
where I'm standing outside
listening to traffic
and feeling conspicuous—
it sounds less
like applause
than I had expected
and more like
the murmuring
of an internet church—
how many followers do you have?
