nameless

Booch o’connell | Spring 2022

I’m the nameless woman
whose eyes you gaze into.
You say they’re like gems
but I wish you’d see them as

Muscle
Veins
Tissue.

Lit-up eyes behind lit-up screens.
I talk to you but it’s just me.
And without a face,
You can be anyone.

Moments of energetic convergence in shared thought
Have shown us
that maybe we’re all One after all.