attachments

do i need

another bed, or house, or

car,

do i need a pool

to swim in,

a tv the size of an entire

wall,

do i need more food,

more drink,

more shoes,

more books (maybe).

what is that i lack

that i can't go out and

purchase.

that i can't swipe a card

or write a check for?

what is this void we

try to fill,

a cup without a bottom.

what is it that we chase

from the moment

we first cry

lying on our backs

in the crib.

dependent on others,

for love, for touch, for

safety,

will

that infant attachment

every go away, will

that feeling ever die?