Out of loneliness
Into delight, or maybe
Peace, wrote Jessica,
Habitue of tiny
Bedrooms on trains, doll
Homes in museums.
The world is irrational.
The haystack is full of hay.
We use a magnet to find
The needles of whole numbers
And miss everything
We can sense but can’t
Describe or say, Jessica,
Thin straws of lonely todays.
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