I’m tired of only being able to embrace my pillow or safely kiss my shadow.
Tired of having to socially distance myself from everyone but my inner-self.
Tired of writing love letters to left-turn-only signs, foolishly believing they’ll turn right around and write me back.
I’m tired of getting late-night drunk dials from a bleak future, and not enough return text messages from optimism.
Tired of reading the online dating profiles of hate speech and a diminishing democracy.
I’m considering dating a lamp post.
Something sleek, sturdy, and can cast some light on our situation when the rest of the world grows dark.