we're all creeps.

That line in

the last episode

of The Bear

“I don’t think

of you at all”

Hit me

I’ve built a home in

my mind

Where men live in rooms

Egos obese

with who I

write them to be

Trapped in saccharine scenes

they never wanted

to star in

Or else… they would.

It feels

well, a bit creepy

Even though

we all live

in these alternate realities

That carry dreams

and hopes that

will never be

People we may

never see again

But are with us

every day

I need some

kind of Jedi mind control

to wipe them

all away

So my house can be empty

Creating space

for dreams that you

don’t know exist

just yet

But will be there

Waiting

If you release

yourself from the clutter

And just

allow the light

to seep in