Sometimes I wish I had perfect vision
but then I wouldn’t be able to transform the world into
dazzling scatters of rainbow glitter at any given moment


In transit


Strangers bumping into each other uncomfortably
in close spaces and public places
toggle between ignoring scenes
and starting awkward conversations
with dirty fingernails and unkempt hairs
in cold loud echoing train stations


Finding myself resenting the sunlight

I suddenly realize I prefer to experience life through barriers


Filtered through gloomy clouds

Removed behind dirty glasses while contacts lie idle in the bathroom

Sheltered by a full buffer of blubber


and wonder why that is