Alone

Like ten pairs of socks all folded up. Or the blanket with a smiling sense. I have enough waiting rooms to go around. Here in my home. Someone is hiding, like a small chunk of metal. Sandpaper destroys imperfections with a whoosh. Someone is waiting. So, Here it is: When I have feelings, the circles come back. Circling, spinning, whimsical. They are harmful. Everything is very calculated in my mind. And then I repeat it. Someone is. Like an avocado slice. So perfect. Just like the beaches that I imagined. Slices all folded up. Here in my home. I have a toaster oven, rug, and me. We all have feelings circling back. So does the light switch. And all the people hiding in places I don’t know exist. Everyone who is watching. I know you want to watch me and my feelings. Good luck because: A new one is coming soon.