My heavy-starch husk
Holds me up
As I drop into my chair.

Humans in caves
Of fake
Machines
Career the Valley outside my window.

She’s so far away now
I can’t see
Her eyes huge
When she last brushed by.

And now the jerks are expected
And terrible
There’s nothing to do but
Cruise.

I hope to someday
Find something to say
Beyond
I see you.

Because I’m no longer
Sure
I do.