[No Translation]

If I had to be honest, I have never fallen
in love, so much as falling near longing.
The longing is to be a part of something
bigger than me, but that bigger thing is
the fear I don't belong anywhere. I can't

remember what it was like to be held
as a child. I don't mean the memories
are lost; I mean that I was never held
as a child. This was loneliness learned
before language. This is an emptiness

that never knew its own name, a pain
I don't know how to talk about. Alone
is the only thing that feels at all organic;
everything else is just throwing names
at feelings for which there are no words