A poem from college, trying to make sense of the alienation that arises in unusual social situations. 


They speak a different language.
Try to catch patterns, but
the syllables grind
and the inflections clash –
bad lip fashion?

This happens
when I disengage
click a switch in my spine
let my brain escape while
my body does its best to sit still

It won’t intrude on them –
atoms extracted, not split
a minute hollow
no rupture for me, no blast
to get their attention

I could announce my ruin
whisper or scream the news
and they wouldn’t understand
even our intention
floats in polar spheres

So I melt into the couch
with an off-pitch sigh
and days later the smell
will alert them

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