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.
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?
Halloween spirit
eludes me, like the ghost of
someone I once loved.
Decorations for
Halloween still not up. Life
seems scary enough.
The review called her
‘fetching’ – wrapped in bandages,
convulsing, bleeding.
Back east, the skies are
clearing, blue unending. Cool
dampness. Leaves changing.
Miraculous. Fire
missed Anne’s house. She’s back at home.
The worst thing now – smoke.