Post by Zach
You inhale your hand on your way to work to summon last night’s me:
I’m smirky and shirtless and such a good listener and you think maybe him.
You’re convinced my smell is on your palm, but I’m between your fingers:
I’m sand, I’m wind, you’re lucky you caught any of me and I don’t have the heart to tell you.
You’ll get it, right? You’ll get it eventually…right?
But you don’t and I almost feel bad or I guess I would if I had a heart.
So no, we shouldn’t do this again. And no, I won’t respond.
I won’t even avoid you at Ralphs because I won’t totally remember what you look like.
I won’t even remember your smell.
Cassandra Violet is an LA native whose retro pop has been stuck in our heads since we heard her first single Invisible Man. Cassandra says of the song, “‘Invisible Man’ is a song about being in love with someone who is never around, but you can’t get them out of your mind, and it sucks, so you try and distract yourself but nothing works. So, basically, loneliness.”
On that theme, we have a guest poem from Hully contributor Zach about disappearing.