Memory
The last time
You looked back,
There was nobody
Following you—
Turn back.
~~~~~
Conditional
If I had a voice
Worth keeping,
I’d give it
All I have.
~~~~~
Morpheus
Waking but not yet
Fully, duly emptying
The last dull traces.
~~~~~
To the Reader
These scribblings
Mock me.
~~~~~
Take Two
Director’s chair’s aslant
On two legs against a wall—
The scene calls
For suspense.
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