When your parents yell and scream and fight
What does love look like?
Who could say?
And who will teach while those parents are away?
Sasha Grey?
When you're all alone at home
each day—
What does loneliness look like?
Newgrounds dating sims
and a stranger on AIM?
When no one in your family
Can stand to lift their eyes
for fear of tears and lashes—
What does love look like?
Sitting at the dinner table
One hopes to see, but isn't able.
In the darkness of your room—
Sound turned down
the question looms:
What does love look like?
A pale brunette. A waif, astray.
The question, at least today:
What does love sound like?
“Punch me in the stomach!”
The things my love had learned to say.
“Good answer!”
The family on the television feigns applause.
Show me, “Punch me in the stomach!”
No points. Alas.
I thought it was.
She was like me when she was 14.
Home alone.
Reading philosophy.
Masturbating
or
seeking self–love.
She streams now.
And misunderstands gen Z slang.
I wonder still
if she feels
Known.