What About My Friends?

We don’t touch.
Why don’t we touch?
I think that’s about me
Because I avoid contact.

Everybody around us hugs.
People who just met hug.
We don’t hug.
That’s about me.
It must be.
It’s all about me.

Why do I create these lack of connections?
Why do I build
walls?

Why do I insist on
walls?

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About Jonathan Berger

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