Where do all the people meet?
They’re not in the street, they’re not at the opera house
They’re in their rooms alone
With goggles on
Looking at each other
Because you see everyone’s room has a camera in it in a secret place
You don’t know who’s watching but that’s ok, because usually everyone’s doing the same thing
Watching
Waiting
Baited breath
White knuckles
Fingers dug in deep
Grab a handful
Drink a dramful
Suck up the scent
Evolute in the moment
Repress your desires and globulate across the floor
Like some kind of late 90’s proto-scum comedy baron
Shake my barrel bones dry.

Look, he moved.