how good it feels to be alone

preparing for winter in California I told myself

you are not alone—

though you have no one to call your own

(because possession is the new hibernation, haven't you heard?)

a facebook group can be a warm blanket

beside a crackling fire in Justin Vernon's cabin, or some bullshit like that

and I went to sleep comfortably

wrapped in a virtual hug.


three months later and winter is over

but spring makes me sneeze

and april showers wash away the pines

and leave just the spores


and those perfect faces that watched me sleep

from that perfectly processed window to nowhere

wiped away, and left just the pores.


and suddenly I'm omniscent, just like the Zuck,

who must be awfully lonely by the way

perfect faces in perfect places

and you're trapped inside a window


but I guess that's just April. And that's ok.

and I guess that I'm free.


how good it feels to be alone.