On January & edging

January’s final two weeks are the peak of unrequited longing. In the lull between the holiday’s end and life’s restart, the world feels too slow for me. I find myself sustaining on less, yet craving more and more. 

Even the most insignificant male interaction sends my mind into a dangerous, fruitless space. All I want is to touch and be touched, but it’s too soon to revel in these secret affairs.

I’m a menace forcefully contained.