When Your Hand is Left Suspended in the Air and it Noticeably Goes Unnoticed (Part 1)

I’ve been catching fleeting

Remnants of cotton with

One palm and his darker side

For the past three minutes.

Suspension. Joints lock to form

Erection. Here it stands.

Eyes gloss over. Points are made.

Redundantly, of course. But now

I am lost. Uneasy. If the gesture

Is broken, its splinters will puncture

My pride. For the hand still stands

Noticeably unnoticed.

I resort to desperate measures

To ease my humiliation. I recite

My logic quietly to ensure it still

Holds validity. I know they can see

My ears overheating. But the silent

Palm refuses to wave for help.

Rollercoasters. I’ve resorted to

Rollercoasters now. A familiar ride

That welcomes the rise of one palm

And its sympathetic partner.