missed my own
phone call–
watching fog lights
on dry wall,
while nursing a
wet cough,
a shout in the
stairwell
midst a spirited
farewell–
i just want to
shut off.
shadow play
locked doors and
keychains,
stone wings and
left brains,
no umbrella in
mind’s rain,
a sewer grate..
overflowing,
as heart
tells..
without knowing.
farewells are
awkward
but so is such
a silence,
let’s just fill space
with truth
and fade down
our own
paths.
a change i hate to
consider
demands its
all i do,
and i’m not
strong enough today
to turn away,
are you?
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?
hands in the garden 
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