#2,500 I do not feel things

I do not feel things quite
so intensively – I see this
life from my perspective
& encounter frustrations
less unruly in my days – I
sleep clinging to pillows
for solid hours – Comfort
is my near-companion [I
take fewer lovers] – Each
third thought is done as
it floats [noted – but also
forgotten] – I see people
I once knew – before my
‘troubles’ as was said – a
politeness levitates – not
a ‘shake [post-Covidness
distance is hard to break
& goodness knows what
they have touched] – Am
I fussy? I lock every door
on my rare ways around
my extrinsic encounters