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?”
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