He Loves Me

He loves me,

He loves me not,

But never tells me which one I got,

Then tosses sawdust in my face,

To slow this hypomanic’s pace,

Pitches wood chips in my eyes,

Scorching,

Blinding me to my sunrise

And to my stars, to my wind, to my cathedrals, to my doors, to my…

 

 

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