across the couch where I sit,
small hairs on the back of my
bristle as if I am shivering...
strange sensation evaporate
into the pores on my skin and
I query myself as though I
were lead counsel but also
in the witness box... who is
watching I turn to see... but
no one is there, except the
shadows of my imagination
who have stopped hiding,
hoping to see a breakdown;
I am confused but not stupid
pushing them back into the
corner from whence they came,
standing there ready... in case
there are more... a reflection
of light pours through the
glass door at right angles and
I smile at the rainbows dancing.
July 6, 2023
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