It was clear she was looking for something in the eyes of strangers.
Confirmation of her existence.
Was that what was meant by connection? The brief nod that said,
“I see you”?
Was it as impactful as the expected greeting from the grocery store cashier or the unexpected knock at the door from the chocolate candy solicitor?
The world refused to grant her maternity leave for the love she’d been impregnated with so she remained in the flesh.
Birthing. Birthing. Birthing.
Was there anyone to connect with that could love her as an energy being without demanding an energy exchange?
Could without u was cold so her dreams became nothing but vowels that constantly roamed her body.
Earthing. Earthing. Earthing.