Sharing the love
my words, half-sentences, plotless phrases,
scribbled punch lines shred the papyrus,
I dream on. 

you've, abandoned me to my own night terrors,
     like the time I told you about
     red rhinos riding religiously 
     through Arabian deserts
     lush with greenery 
     eating canaries
     and fried chocolate pies;

you politely turned to me, smiled
like a blank check, and asked:
“are you talking to me?”
© SB Joy, 2022

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