Blanket Dreams

Was laying in bed, using the blanket to define a warm comfort zone.

Thinking lonely thoughts.

I want someone to take me to the doctor when I’m sick. I want someone to come with me to the car dealer and be excited with me about picking out a car, struggle with me to understand the loan officer, figure out if the other guy was giving a better deal. I want someone to notice when I can’t eat. I want someone to feel jealous and possessive of me. I want to feel like I belong. I want someone to ditch a party to spend an evening with me. I want someone to share mundane concerns like fused lights and running out of bags to line the litter box. I want an attentive ear. I want someone to drop me to the railway station. And if they aren’t available I want them to say be careful, I wish I could have been there with you.

Bear a child and leave her to fend for herself.

Marry a wife and then forget she exists.

Fuck a woman and then decide it’s time to move on.

Using a blanket as a substitute for a person is a sad thing.