dashboard secrets
too flush to
chest
and fresh air won’t
find me
where the dust
rests,
finger smudges on glove
compartments
scrubbed away with
regret.
abstract
deliver hope
on gentler tongue,
to ears in need
of nurture,
to souls in fear
of futures
yet to be etched
in sky.
crowded
and consumed,
the only light out
in this strobe
room,
dizzied by every
dancer’s
frenzy–
in envy of the way
way they hold
a smile
while twirling
into dark.
Gibberish?
i know, i know
i don’t..
think you’re made
of glue to
who?
i’ll show, it’s no go
if you don’t..
i won’t know it
was really
you.
both ends of a
connection
ringing..
in empty lobbies
as poles
shift-
time zones
merge
into same moment
finds us
here.
why did you leave
the page
without an ending
both could
believe?
and how is it we’re
so relieved?
cross stitch
eyes,
a grin sewn into
quilt hem,
past held together with
old thread
draped over a
haunted
bed.
like scratched out
graffiti–
i cant quite decipher
message,
though i make
out random
edges
when eyes strain
just right.
i’ve tapped into
something
that i can’t
unsee,
despite exhaustive
attempts at
relief,
i’ve wandered in
somewhere
a soul can’t
escape–
so it’s best i stay lost
and create.
when i grow
up..
will you show
up
with same
flair
as throughout
tantrums
and screams into
pillows,
now just a breeze through
the willows.
hands in the garden 
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