It’s crazy, non? How
the stillness of the room
turns sweet and swallows me
without flinching.
And the sour light which seeks
to break that stillness
into stuttering fragments…
Let’s see how pretentious
I can get today.
This crown of ambiguous
terminology is burning
all of its possible meanings
into my forehead.
I could use some refreshment after all.
My most tender moments
quietly recede
into the carpet fibers,
each of them bidding me adieu
with two fingers raised.
Time to find a new bone to pick…

-r. miller

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