Holding Our Own Hands
There are no
channels on
TV screens anymore,
we’re just watching
sad commercials loop
and holding
our own hands.
We know nothing
is free of meaning
anymore, meaning
we’re just withering
and withouting,
building houses
in our homes.
There are no
outsides in
our daytimes anymore,
we’re just crying
into alphabet soup,
listing regrets in noodle letters.
There are no
channels on
TV screens anymore,
we’re just watching
sad commercials loop
and holding
our own hands.
We know nothing
is free of meaning
anymore, meaning
we’re just withering
and withouting,
building houses
in our homes.
There are no
outsides in
our daytimes anymore,
we’re just crying
into alphabet soup,
listing regrets in noodle letters.