This is the dance in
side my head. No two left feet.
Only thoughts, spinning.
Gavotte
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This is the dance in
side my head. No two left feet.
Only thoughts, spinning.
This is the dance in
side my head. No two left feet.
Only thoughts, spinning.
I must be up in
five hours. It’s like walking a
tightrope…or knife edge.
Only quiet time
to read tea ceremony
book is in bathroom.
My small gift to my
self – a few words at the end
of a busy day.
Every night I
play Russian Roulette with sleep
instead of bullets.
I said I’d be in
bed by ten. Then midnight. Now
it’s one. How ’bout three?
I lock the TV
behind the armoire doors so
I can get work done.
Some days it feels like
all I do is sit on this
couch and write for hours.
Home sick, she lies in
bed, stomach queasy, still in
her day-before clothes.
Halloween spirit
eludes me, like the ghost of
someone I once loved.