"Love"

Bearded men stroll through closed doors with their thumbs in their pockets after waving to their own reflections in the eyes of their unlabeled owners, 

with black and yellowed teeth they slowly rotate their craniums back and forth while grimacing towards one another,

unable to control the ounce of drool poring from their chins to their shins,

wetting their knee high socks knit with "love" by sweatshop workers in Israel who feel life could not possibly be a stage which holds a play of their own intentions so tightly the mighty embrace is enough to replace proper gravity indefinitely, so un instinctually they follow suit with a million tired eyes moving from side to side under the cold embrace of unevenly blinking fluorescent lights,

fixated to cement ceilings,

held aloft by cement walls,

temporarily resting upon cement floors,

pressed against the cold earthen crust in which they float through space like cosmic dust.