i keep my truths silent
while living them in the open.
the work, my quirks and questions,
are the tinder for another’s creativity.
you and i are anything but “normal”,
choosing not to squander our tyrosine
on a dopamine addiction,
that fuels frivolous drama.
instead we paint in muted colors
and love in the abstract shape
of kisses blown,
wireless electron wave functions,
oscillating static interference,
and soft flannel.
oh, how often do i assert, avoid, or amuse
to maintain a synthetic “peace”?
this body’s personality gestures
while dipping its toes in the enigma
of an eternally placid pool,
and my words
drown willingly in its depths.
© M.G. Iannucci 2017
Photo: Phone Booth Library in London