By Jelisa Gonzalez | October 2, 2023
I see you glisten from the illuminated box
My eye doesn’t look off
I’m holding you,
Clutching the four corners
Studying every nook and cranny of your existence
Cherishing how much I actually have
You so profoundly reveal who you are
But are you who you say you are?
Or are you a curated existence?
Only an automated sense of you,
Wish it were a denotative sense of you
An idea, I’d have if you were here
Is my hand intertwined with yours
Swinging and clinging to one another
Against the world
Then again,
It’s just a thought