Touch
2022 A man walks past me and brushes the side of my hips, probably an accidental jostling, and something inside me shifts. I no longer blame myself for these shifts, although I am annoyed to frequency at which it occurs, sneaking up on me at random instances, the most painful, sensitive parts has a way of breaking out of pandora's box, a strange jump scare, and suddenly I am momentarily flung back into a different self at a different time. A breath, I recentred my core, it is safe, the lane is narrow, unintentional, it didn't matter. I smiled at the cashier and made my order. We are 37. 1985 Since I could remember, i felt that something is wrong with me, surely it is true, for I felt unloved and unwanted to the core that I think the only place I could trace this back to is my Mother, who did not hold me or love me or want me. A void that stretches infinitely since my inception, a gaping hole, so deep that no one is able to fill it in. Mother, an enigma, I was owed a love