What of those born on
the 29th, their birthday
once every four years?
February dilemma
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What of those born on
the 29th, their birthday
once every four years?
What of those born on
the 29th, their birthday
once every four years?
Longing to hug them,
I wait ’til they flutter near
like moths to my flame.
Luminous suitor,
the moon dimmed by darkness’s
seductive regard.
Teenager curled up
becomes baby J who’s glad
that mommy’s nearby.
Bright lipstick fools them
into thinking I’m well. No
“How do you feel?”
After the illness
taste dulls on the tongue, food just
fuel to run this husk.
Clock ticks ricochet
like bullets of sound slowing
as the hour grows late.
Dressing room mirror
replaced by funhouse looking
glass. Not me in there.
Reality makes
me sick. Going through laugh track
cop show withdrawal.
Disappointment like
a kidney punch makes it hard
to smile through the pain.