by Jerry Ratch
Puppet X: 2
It's important to sound
human, I know
To get fragile
near your
mother
I myself
get glimpses
now and then
Once,
eating chicken, staring
at the inside
of a muscle
Once
during a bad thunderstorm
while running down the stairs
with a stick
to beat off the
survivors
And again
when I had such a fever
that I was off
in a dangerous century
I began to suspect
the reason the trains kept
growing in the basement
Without terror
or beliefs
The telephone rang
And then the dog
sang…
I saw how we had been
all arranged
Now we're narrow
and unreal
I am not required
to speak
One day I discovered I couldn't wake up again
and I've gotten used to it
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from my first book of poems
Liked this and the risks you took here.
Thank you so much, Gloria!