warmth and the person suit
the clothes on the rack still radiate heat. put them on, and pretend to be human.
a woman walks past and her perfume drifts in the air; lingers and remains even after she is long gone.
the bus seat is warm when you go to sit in it. all this serves to remind how
cold you are, how heavy your bones feel.
when you smile it's dead-eyed, and it's visible that your jokes have been practiced, run over in your head until they are no longer twitching. uncanny valley includes you when you try to show compassion.
your person suit is slipping, those clothes in the change-room weren't enough.
rest your palms on the kettle so your hands will be warm enough to hold. file down your fangs so when you bear your teeth it is a smile. sit, and be pleasing.