M. Hank

Although I’d likely consider myself shy and coy, 

Occasionally withdrawn from the crowd, 

There are many facets of an observer.

For one,

The ultimate observer can detect feigned emotion,

I stand alone as the clouds turn gray. 

I watch as the rain starts to fall. 

I hear a roar of thunder in the distance. 

I see a bolt of lightning a few miles away. 

We built a superman. 

In our heads, we built a superman. 

Clipped by a speeding bullet, 

So that false blood, stolen blood, blood that was here first 

i hate the sunset tonight,

i usually enjoy sunsets,

sitting on the roof,

with the wind blowing up my hair,

craning my neck up to the sweet sky,

swirls of gold.

it really is beautiful.

but tonight,

though honorable and necessary,

i fail to recognize the emotion and fervor within technology and maths.

of course, it is possible one feels emotional and passionate for those pursuits,

You came to me in a dream last night, as curious and full of life as the day I met you on the playground. 

It was the first week of preschool and I had no friends, mostly because I chose not to.