I walk through the crowded city.
A swirl of reds, blues, greens
surround me. Yet I remain alone.
They put on their masks and look
for a mate – someone to complete them -
a missing piece; they believe themselves
to be broken, when they are alone.
A society of peacocks who have been told
they cannot be whole without another.
When hiding behind their bright colors,
they expect to find
to feel that spark like a match
against their bits of broken glass:
lighting them up and
making the pain of the world