they’re always starting something

and it’s usually done in full light-

I wish I was visible and able to be heard

but I’m headless and mostly vapor

like a storm that passes through

–

there is so much deviance lurking

in the world of sweater sets and chess,

I’m not hip to the nihilist scene

because I just want to believe in something

uplifting and warm- like cookies

–

their silhouettes haunt me-

like watching a family at the kitchen table

through a window at supper,

not quite within reach

and alarmingly real