i think about hell is other people
while my kitchen floods with music
i count the faces of my roommates’ friends
and try to recall their names
and call me that cute nickname
coined by someone they never knew.
i think about hell is other people
as a friend grabs my hand
and pulls me to the front porch.
the cold bites through my sweatshirt
and the bowl warms my hands
as it’s passed from person to person
and i think about hell is other people
while my girlfriend’s little sister
fumbles with the lighter.
my ears ring with conversations i didn’t join
and there’s a lump in my throat again
of everything i haven’t said.
i wait for the silence to follow
when i close my bedroom door
and laughter permeates the walls
of our shitty two-story rental.
and my head buzzes with tequila
i think about hell is other people
and my cat curls up beside me.
i savor the absence of other people
while i plug in my headphones
and listen to other people sing.
and laugh at other people’s jokes
and i turn on my tv to watch other people
pretending to be other people
and i turn dog-eared pages
that took a stranger years to write
and i wait for notifications from other people
i think about hell is other people
as i read through the study guides
my classmates sent out to one another
and i sit quietly studying in the library
borrowing a stranger’s charger.
and walk home alone in the dark
i think about hell is other people
but heaven is not solitude.
i think about a song meant to be listened to
when nobody else is around
unknowingly listening together
and the artist who wrote it in an empty room
knowing it would be listened to in private.
i think about being alone
and other people being alone
and all the different ways we’ve invented
to hold each other’s hands
i think about hell is other people
but laughter is contagious
and videos of people we’ve never met
i think about wanting to be alone
but taking other people with me anyway.
i think about hell is other people
except one person who could never be hell
i think about people and friends and family
and strangers who feel like family
i think about hell is other people
and i loved her to the point of invention
and i hope you never have to think about
anything as much as i think about you
and a few thousand years of people