A few things
that life in transit
has made me far too comfortable with;
stripping down, bare naked in parking lots,
my ass on display for gas station attendants and truck drivers
this one is free, I like to joke, to nobody in particular—
I am hilarious
later, opening a stranger’s cupboard, unthinking (and un-asking), for a water glass,
enquiring about the wifi before mentioning the weather,
and speaking of
personal space, personal cupboards, and personal wifi passwords
Of most concern to me
is that my comfort with loneliness has transformed
into desire, such that
I crave the calm of sleeping alone
in an empty hotel
with nobody by my side
Thank you Rachel. Isn't it how funny how loneliness can demand of us even more time alone?
really powerful poem Rachel..