Look how quiet the room is: a cat
whiskers behind sunlit curtains
for spiders; noses cold rice
from a plate in search of meat.
Shadows shoal the tank, each a life
behind the green scum growing
on the glass. Tide rings in the mug
mark the slow sips of a cold coffee.
You activate me remotely, the song
of the phone triggering animation,
audio smiles and shrugs as we chat
for a while about nothing much at all.
I'm so confused right now, I thought he cared for me... Sorry that was the first thing that came to my mind because I'm struggling right now... With life, with everything😔
