i remember the day i realized
advertising had poisoned everything that i knew
the memetic microplastic of my time
and decided to stop feeling emotions
to stop being touched from one minute of
people meeting at airports
the garish climaxes of love and loss
and then when my friends left
a rube goldberg machine of going away
and i decided to stop feeling emotions
to stop being touched by departures
at the chaotic trampoline made of
weak elastics of relationships
and then the day that i realized
what i read in books is lies
and decided to stop feeling emotions
to stop being touched by characters that haven't existed
in entirely made up worlds
like a fever nightmare when you wake up with
your stomach pitted like a peach or an avocado
and then the day i realized
how inexpensive it is to feel and to cry
and decided to stop feeling emotions
or getting attached to my own sorrow
which spread occupying my whole sky
every time i looked up
and the day i realized every choice i made
landed me firmly onto a hair-thin bridge
with deep longing on all sides of the middle
and decided to stop feeling emotions
to stop being touched by nostalgia
and poetry
i am finally unfeeling
what is left of my personality
is stuffed in a sack made of milk-skin
ready to pour out like a hernia
and scatter everywhere