I want to love again

by Steven J. Serafiani

I don’t know how I got here
   I see blurs for human flesh and
emotion. my parents now just
    strangers who can recall
my childhood phobias and how
   I was quiet and what pajamas
I wore. my sister, just a DNA
   stamp that pressed two, that
gave same nose but do I truly know
     her outside of plasma bound?

this fucking saddens me and I know
it’s just me. I want to see them as
more than just a footnote to my
adult being but something changed.

I don’t know
I don’t know
Fuck, I don’t know the
how or the why but
I want to love again.