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.