the presence of Absence.

currently playing: Merry Happy by Kate Nash


there is a sort of absence that feels relentlessly present.
maybe even persistent.

no amount of distance,
denial,
...or didacticism,
seems to make any difference--
there is no simple cure.

cliches cannot sweep
the oxymoron under
the subliminal rug.

[what to do, what to do.]
imagine a frantic,
manic,
search for something to
fix the undesired,

feeling(s).
[i.e scissors to cut the loose ends.]

perhaps the answer is
finding a sense of belonging,
in the uncertainty.

or maybe the answer could be found:
at the very bottom of a very large
flask of

sweet tea.