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Threadless and Frothing

“Suddenly, every person in the world can visibly see a thread that connects them with their significant other. On hearing this, you realize that you don’t have a thread connecting to anyone.”


 

All these wrinkling villagers, touching animosity
on their quilted threads of indelible fantasy,
thinking that I could withstand their forever stillness.
 
I can’t drag my skin
to their groves of pandering love,
because my life is free, no need
for needling bees and frothing wasps.
 
The sealed fashions bubble blonde:
bouncing their bootleg webs
as I twist their knots into a passing laugh.
 
Still, the colony limited to tied strings,
not the honey-thrum of the wild
which whets my distinction, there-
my appetite for a threadless existence.