We’re so cold we’re so apart we’re so far apart
Men don’t touch men who don’t touch men
I’m flesh I guess you are too
Too soft too prone to poking
I’m at the grocery store comparing the pomegranates and it just hits me suddenly that I didn’t hug anyone between the ages of like 9 to 20 and I wanna cry but it’s not socially acceptable to cry about pomegranates but they are on sale so maybe they’ll let it slide
This is where poem 2 will live
For now this is just explanation text to use for formatting purposes.
Also useful to decide how to do line breaks :)