I WANT TO BE AN ALOOF TWENTY-SOMETHING, EVEN IF IT’S A FALLACY

aloof

Pallets on a roof,

aloof twenty-somethings

on their coop-like

balconies, bent arms

of machinery, many

miles from the farms of

our ancestry.

 

Messed up love, kissing on the pavement, rolling in kebab,

dancing with someone, everyone, in a cramped bar,

water dripping from the ceiling on the bartenders head,

a roving hand on your back,

turn to see their face,

they’re invisible in the crowd,

you spend hours getting ready,

clothes,

shoes,

hair.

 

No one cares.

In the city you are invisible.

12 thoughts on “I WANT TO BE AN ALOOF TWENTY-SOMETHING, EVEN IF IT’S A FALLACY

    • Hi Cathy! You’re right, of course. Sometimes the anonymity of the city can be a blessing, mind. I was stressing the idea that it’s often not worth getting stressed out by what you think others are thinking of you, because usually, they’re not thinking of you, haha.

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  1. This is so good. Love the specific details and actions. Dancing with someone, everyone. … A roving hand on your back. Turn to see their face. They’re invisible… Takes me to the city, where you so often feel invisible and everyone else so often seems invisible. Good work Harry

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