TheFeatheredSleep – Opening the door in spite of knowing
Remember when they used to bug your phone
The sound of rolling open polymer handpiece
Secrets folded in purring circle
Click, click, can aches be fixed?
What if you died
And left me a note
What would it say?
Who stands as muse
Now life has fled, her stockings shred
And bottles are emptied without drinking
I think the blood of us is watching
The shard of darkness cutting swaths of fracture across your face
Full days don’t exist
Come back here
To the light beneath the door
What does it do to beckon from shadow
If you paint from a photo, you capture no movement
Just faces in gouache
Stainless steel and fascimile reflection
A few minutes fooling ourselves
Nothing was sacred
Not even one thing?
If the lie was eaten
Did it vanquish all the time I spent, believing it
Was I the lie?
Inhabiting falsehood and words…
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