Saturday, April 16, 2022

Marionettes

The languidness lifts but not before she sneezes

her knees are knocking from too much Red Bull at 2 a.m.

and the puppets are out on the street again

without their strings



marionettes

we are.

Just waiting for fingers


he whispered to me to stay out of trouble
but I'm not some hoodlum
wrapped up in cellophane


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