DESENSITIZED
He
sleeps or pretends to sleep. He moves
his feet under his sheets. He pretends
not to hear but he hears. Is it best not
to know or not to care? She holds a baby
doll in her arms. She lies on her back
and talks to the doll. She says it is
her baby. She’s nearly 80. She says God is the father and no one
else.
LOST IN
ANOTHER TIME
Your affect mirrors
silences.
Your secretive nature conceals
the origin of moonlight.
From a distance I spy a glimmer
of your mysterious smile.
In vain I try to make conversation.
The sunset falls on you as
you slip into the solitude of days.
Your affect does not change.
Your hand shields the sun from
your eyes as oblivion sets in.
Love lost is not flattering.
You are lost in another time,
where you closed your heart.
Your secretive nature conceals
the origin of moonlight.
From a distance I spy a glimmer
of your mysterious smile.
In vain I try to make conversation.
The sunset falls on you as
you slip into the solitude of days.
Your affect does not change.
Your hand shields the sun from
your eyes as oblivion sets in.
Love lost is not flattering.
You are lost in another time,
where you closed your heart.
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