Humanity, where are you?
I remember feeling you brush by me
Styling my hair
Shaping my thoughts
And despite the layers of clothing finding your way to my soul
I recall our conversations and sometimes debates
You confronted me
You challenged me
We laughed and cussed (most often at each other)
And no matter the cost,
you found a way for us to travel first class with a colorful crowd.
Humanity, where are you?
I miss you
I am waiting, impatiently waiting for your return


Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers… a lot. Her column now appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.