The Beetle on Needle

“

We are standing

face-to-face,

and we are not.

Because I can't

see your face,

And you can't see mine.

This is the period of time, in our life, in history, where we live like this.

We still live.

We still are...

Shopping,

walking dogs;

With friend,

or alone,

lighting up a cigarette.

We are alive:

See? Masks we wore have lipstick on.

We wear it to be away from death,

Only people on the wall are not.

Now,

we are the beetle on the needle.

But we always, always have each other,

hand-in-hand.