soft edges dream state
pretending you are the star
behind the curtains
your understudies perform
the lead in reality
Image of painting by Edgar Degas, Four Ballerinas on stage (c.1885-90) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
The way my name sits in your mouth, at least, you want it to. The 'a' hanging an ellipses on the sound waves. The rattling of conso...
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