Friday, April 24, 2009

poem #2

She sluices herself with shadows
Could’ves and Should’ves
Iterations of opportunity absconded

He lilts in feigned levity
Guile and Wit
Opiates of stolid distraction

Solitary cells reduced by shame
Slideshow projections
On white walls

Tiny fingers and names potential
Birthdays that are just days

She self-flagellates
He self-medicates

She dreams of pogroms,
He has long since stopped dreaming

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