I need to be alone,
but I can’t seem to do it.
Even when there’s no one around, I never feel alone.
Maybe that’s just the city.
Maybe that’s just me.
I want a tent. Tarp ceilings and leave carpets. I want to boil water to kill bacteria, and green mint tea, while I wrap my torso in wool, and peel back the sky with my right, and peel back my scalp with the left.
