you’re from connecticut and i can’t
understand why your eyes bore
holes into empty air instead of me.
you dance and i laugh, draping
my eyes across your dark
skin. my eyes are brown
and yours are blank.
your pupils are canvases
unpainted by my reflection.
i don’t know if you’re looking
for a girl to lean against your limbs
and dance. i just know you’re not
looking at me because why would you?
you’re just a guy from connecticut
and we only connect through wires that you would never cross.
so dance and scan the crowd.
ask me where i’m from without caring.
search for something that isn’t me
while i stand and stare at you.