Archive for June 1st, 2012

After Lunch, When I Felt Not Real, Perhaps Dead

She walked with a pronounced
limp. Despite that,
I thought everything
would work out.

That’s silly,
but there was a streetscape
topped with beauty.

The black curls were bouncy, variable-
speed like fake rubber. No, she marches
upright, seriously real. I need to
dance but I am alone.

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