She
speaks to mothprophets
under the greatlight-
so easy to mistake
manicfight for panicfright
-worse came to worse-
over&over my shoulder
i glance- solid stance
dainty defense against
-whowhatwherewhy-
when i was there &
how hard i tried &
collective sigh shaking
heads revolving doors
circlemotion opensores
-too soon- footprints
cover the floor
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2010
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