SEASONAL CHANGE
In the bungalows of happiness
householders put up their
can goods of well-wishes
Out back
the kids are
stoking bonfires of resentment
in derelict steel drums
Darkness and winter
are waiting at the end of the street.
NOT MYSELF
I’ve been put in this position before.
Waking up in the middle of the night
to utter phrases
not my own
(and with no one to hear them).
I’ve been put in this position before.
Waking up in the middle of the night
to utter phrases
not my own
(and with no one to hear them).
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