why is it That I can love so much,
and yet, when it comes to loving a person,
I can’t get it out right?
I love plastic bags
and the George Washington bridge,
I love seagulls and polluted rivers
and crabbing on the side of the AC expressway,
but there’s some dumb part of me,
installed into my hard drive by a lifetime of programming
and generations of societal norms
That prevents me from saying
I love you
to another human being,
another creature of the same tortured species;
why are we made this way?
needless to say,
I’ll turn into a butterfly
and flutter away
and even though I like to think
that I’m fine by myself,
humans are complexly social animals
with a genetic desire for connectedness and dependency,
the way things are now
I get kind of lonely.