took a long walk this morning
headphones in
music blaring
echoing in my skull
cars racing past
i pondered
my bricklaying ability
did i build a high enough wall
around the disappointment
the lack of anything
to keep the loneliness at bay
these hands
aren’t those of a craftsman
no master
not in matters
of the things
that matter
my heart has calluses
built up
from rubbing against my ribcage trying to escape
this prison
solitary refinement
an internment camp
for the unwanted
so i walked
hoping the music
would keep the longing
from choking me to death shedding emotional baggage
like a tsa checkpoint
looking for contraband
outside a regional airport
with non-stop flights
to nowhere