Full

My that place was full

(already when I existed there) and -

I remember when I first decided

never to (not) stay.

and I was smiling.

and I was screaming.

and I was alone.

And the faculties exerted

were only ever focused -

fo – cused

on analyzing the aloneness

which perpetuated the

pertinent and precise

and pointed.

Sullenness.

Sadness.

(still-not-with-anybody-else-ness)

and they all look at me

“My, how pleasing -

aesthetically pleasing -

(truly)

your smile is, (my friend) !”

They’re quite glad to know me, I believe

and I them -

these friends.

In fact, they’re my most favorite people to be alone with.

(I mean, certainly I’ve been quite alone for quite a long time, and of all the people accompanying me in the longness of my aloneness, these are certainly my favorite.)

(my friends.)

And I do declare it is because

- my favorite because -

those pleasing smiles.

“My, Mrs. such-and-such

she looks just lovely -

just pleasing, today!”

Oh, and I was smiling.

I always smile when I’m alone.

I always smile.

To swim away (in my head) from here

- to solitude -

would be very much the same as being here -

with these friends.