LAUREN CANTELL | Last Night

I hum with a quiet rage imperceptible to those around me

But silently acknowledged by those who are me

Fueling an engine that needs only a spark to blow the whole

thing

up

How do I exist where I am so clearly unimportant? Wanted, but not valued?

How do I wrap my head and my heart around seeking home in the entity that will not claim me

Sees me as unworthy?

How do I trust?

What do I say when I wonder how you are

And then remember the rocking on top of me

you - enjoying

me - piecing together...how?

But you're a nice guy.

And you hung your head in shame in the morning

But did you feel it?