I cannot think with all this
loneliness: hallway
of too many doors that meet
and sound.
Leaving is to run
the gauntlet. Barbed elbows,
a woman's slapdash perimeter
of hearsay and hush.
Some atomic light
at the entrance ebbs
and you are many men now -
The hollow you beside you
through which I'll pass.
[February 2010]
2 comments:
You are blogging againg! Will you friend me on my blog? The Bright Side.
Oh absolutely! <3 I love you, Jules.
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