Irrational Reality
The shrill sounds in the night surely came from
My dream, or my sick psyche, I’m unsure.
Whichever, I awoke pantomiming
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine.
I desperately needed to escape
the unrelenting stress of concealing
The label I hide on the wine bottle.
I could leave the asylum anytime.
At breakfast they wore sorrowful faces when
They told me of the psycho cat’s demise.
I wept walking along listening to
Eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach.
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