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my loneliness feels more like a language of together

split into letters only I have ever known

my loveliness is a cage I have decorated

made sure the lock can’t rust

my loneliness exists in parallel

to enough people around they could press all the piano keys

and my ears would still be left empty

I have always interpreted together as a kind of attack & retreat

send the voice girl forward to host them

& let the rest of me retreat as far as it will go

maybe together should invite them both to blend

some kind of coffee date where I can tell all my stories

the ego the quiet the slightly ridiculous

together can fill me up bigger than a hot air balloon

& gift me with just as wide a view