a change i hate to
consider
demands its
all i do,
and i’m not
strong enough today
to turn away,
are you?
shadow play
stepped outside
the lines
to find nothing looked
like i’d assumed,
then scanned the backdrop
to see i was still
trapped,
only in different
room.
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.
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.
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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