Once, in a Mind, Killed

The generous and open mouth,

calls my name, it’s 3 a.m. and

I forgot to call back, because

I’m not me, in this wonderland,

where we are all ignored, and

even if I try, the only reward

is a head nod. “I remember,”

she says to me in a dream, but

I stand too clear, a star among

the weeds, “no pretense,” I say

back, and the circle is comple…

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~ by Shawn M. Young on December 16, 2016.

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