I don’t really think
I have anything to say
about anything

It’s a void up here
and I’m comfortable
not thinking about it

except that there are people
beyond me
who nudge and prod and goad

I should not care about them
Instead of them I should care
about the void

and how it cares for me
by uncaring existence
Serenely blissful at ignorance

I try to not care much
and I mostly fail
but now and then

I catch a kiss not aimed at me
and I am atomically blessed
by the minute and random nature of it

and go back after a moment
to not caring at all
about it at all — I swear

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onward,
T