This is an experiment with cut-ups.
On the walls it looks as though something is empty.
The white blocks make it apparent that I don’t want anyone.
The seat next to me is trying to push through.
The wall is beside me, will devour me.
The theatre checks her Facebook.
They talk about things that secretly I do.
I wonder when it fills up, and no one sits down.
I sit there, but, illuminate the room, around me.
The girl in front of me, around me, and I am alone.
I have to sit with all of these people pushing closer and closer.
There are four hundred people I can never be a part of.
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