Tuesday, November 8, 2022

Mistaken Indentity


cute words float around the ceilings

of one's thoughts before being released

our open doors...  we zip tie our minds

to the bedposts when sleeping so as

not to lose any of our thoughts that

might have been created by our lucid

dreams in sleep...  mothers feed their

children during the waking hours like

we brush our teeth after drinking

the milk we have been fed...  time and

again, we ring the wrong doorbell on

our neighbor's house and the house

across the street opens it doors to

our investigations as if we were the

nosey reporters who have barged

into their lives...  we live lives that

are very fulfilling even though we

are starved for affection by parents

who classify themselves as friends...

and, when we finnaly show the

courage to leave, the world backs up

a day or two and changes direction.


1 Nove

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