Love in the Age of Microplastics
You are an expert danger
hunter. Your eyes are trained
to find the bent nail,
the beer bottle shard
on every dim street walk.
In the blue-screen glow
of 2 a.m.,
you scan the news
for threats of any kind—
microplastics,
ebola outbreak,
produce recall lists.
You IMDb-safe-search
every movie,
scanning for triggers.
You swab and sanitize,
check the locks
three times.
No,
a fourth,
just to be sure.
My love,
for once
let the dark
keep its secrets.
Come here.
Close your eyes.
Don’t be careful with me tonight.
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I really like this one. I think you captured hypervigilance in a very “lived” way. I love the call “for once/let the dark/keep its secrets.” Great job!
Thank you, friend!