In dim light, I half listen to myself singing Are you Lonesome Tonight? on YouTube, hour after hour ...
quarantined
in a world of detached others
I elbow-bump
this drunken shadow
on the attic wall
Hearts' Poetry, 4, June 2022
A Room of My Own: Normal Life, A Soap Bubble
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my friend turns
forty the age his father died
he mutters
*the Grim Reaper haunts me*
*like my walking shadow*
breaking news
at the first light of spring daw...