I stood up
And didn’t look anywhere in particular
Because I just got that feeling
Of my ego dropping into the grass
In front of an improvised stage
My dignity was long gone by that moment
It started to be gone
The second that one said
Go introduce each other to each other
But when I stood up
And my ego fell
I was sure there was a connection established
The same kinda almost-physical connection
Like the one I’ve cut when I was eight
Walking down the city with my mother
And then I stopped
And let the string that connected us stretch
And pop
And I was by myself suddenly
But when I stood up
Instead of popping
I felt the string attach to my liver
For the next two months
The string will be stretching
Getting thinner and thinner
Until it’s as thin as the capillaries in my fingers
And then
I hope it breaks with an inaudible crack
And I
Will be
By myself suddenly
