Instantaneously

Published in Better than Starbucks, November 2018, Vol.III No. IX

 

She races from phantoms 

and me.

Hides in the strangest places.

 

She sees.  Faces me.

 

Woohoo! I say. Woohoo!

Woohoo! 

 

There she goes

chased by demons.

Eluding me.

 

Now I’ll never find her.

(So she believes.)

 

She is crossing over.

Fading in front of me.

First her body, now her sensibilities.

 

She slinks in slivers.

 

Unseemly portions

I thought were dead

bleed.

 

Breathe.  Just breathe.

 

Hunger.

I hate the hunger.



Categories: Poetry, Selection: 2010 forward

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