Wednesday, June 17, 2020

a vast conspiracy



or you with your ideas about

love, or me

with my fear of open spaces

 

three weeks of rain and snow and

the subtle way i keep moving closer to

an admission of defeat

 

look

 

the brakes are shot and

the washing machine leaks

 

the concept of forward motion is

something to consider, but

inertia has its own attractions too

 

woman wakes up on easter sunday,

sets her child on fire,

and what are your options?

 

what are we really talking about

when we discuss our dreams?

 

or maybe one of us just wants

the other to crawl over broken glass

to make some obscure point

 

maybe the drugs we’ve

always sworn by

no longer make us happy

 

maybe they never did






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