Gathering
pretend belonging
watch for signs of genuine affection
play the game,
be the same,
absorbing affectations
whispered longings
Gathering
connection.
poem-familiar face October 30, 2017
You look familiar,
I said.
Where do I know you from?
We listed things we do,
things we did,
places we go,
people we know.
Nothing in common.
It was weeks later,
I saw you through the crowd,
and realized I’d seen you in my mirror
forty years ago.
