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Nobody Home

August 21, 2019

 

Is there time for this

she asks

hands pressed together

like the wing of a prayer

really, is there time --

for this?

And you can’t see her eyes 

behind lids and lashes.

Does she really want to

communicate?

If so, why the hair curl

where the shoulders

curve upwards

like a smile or a shrug.

 

Not to care

says her

posture.

Not really, you see.

You can’t reach me

because

quite frankly

I’m not in here.

More fool you--

for thinking that I was.

 

 

Art: Mario Almos | Flickr

 

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