This tick that tocks inside me
is so deeply distanced from empathy,
one couldn’t name the other in a line-up.
But it works the same way.
You’ve been there. You’ve been on the shore
of shaking grief and eminent high tide, questioning
not why you’re unable to see your reflection in the water,
but instead how much polar ice would have to melt
to drown you.
You’ve been there, and I’m there now,
where I’d prefer whoever I’m holding
would quiet down… but a preference
won’t stand in my way of feeling human