observation
I ignore the dead. I hear them playing cards in caskets, mocking the life I'm still stuck in. I pretend not to notice. I pretend I don't want to play, but games mean everything to me. I desire friendship on the far side of a chess board, or a partner in a fast paced game of spades. I am unsatisfied, instead. a lone notch. a kink of inconclusion. Uno! Oh no, draw four. I ignore the living. I see them finger fuck their phones during dinner at Applebee's while ignoring the beating heart seated across the table. I pretend not to notice while eating alone two tables away, and watching my waitress bend over beautifully the way a swan would when sucking up a fish.