a room full of
transparent balloons
bouncing off one another
sometimes the static
electricity joins them
together but the air
conditioner will blow
–maybe gently, maybe not–
and they separate
again
we can see through them
but what animates them
that remains invisible
the lights may as well
be off
we may as will have
pins for fingers
Words and Feathers 
I liked this. Then I came back and read it again. And again. There is something about the last line that has got inside my mind. Dang, it’s 4.30am. Why am I on WordPress?
It’s those finger pins sticking in the gray matter. I don’t know if I should be impressed that you’re still awake or sad that you’re getting up so early!
This is incredible. Such a creative way to describe humanity. Love that ending.
Thank you!
That would be great having pins for fingers! I would pop so many balloons. Haha! Ah, what a cool and prickly poem!!
It would be hard to type. And imagine all the blood! Oh wait, you probably are 🦇
Lol! You know me so well. Scary. 😉
Connected at the jugular.
A fine place to be connected — just keep us away from sharp objects.
What’s the fun in that?