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About This Poem
Illusion
Conversations in third person, shaking legs, hands, feet, and fingers.
Diabetes, fish, multiple sclerosis, muscular dystrophy, lupus, cancer, AIDS, Chucky,
sticks, trains, sunglasses, tampons, menopause, pregnancy, threats, crippleness,
the end of the world, all of this masked through a nightmarish confusion.
Chemical sprays sprays smelling like cinnamon and perfumes erasing daily
memories, burning nostrils, concealment, witches, aliens, demons, and monsters in
agreement.
All folklore and imaginary fantasy. What a mental conclusion. One awakens to find
that it's just an illusion.
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