Thursday, April 10, 2014

Dream Face

You take the little pieces
of me that rot and fall away,
and kiss them good night,

there is a room
that leads to another
room of the same size
that leads to another
room of the same size
that leads to still another
room of the same size
and so on

the door cuts the back of each room
a standing rectangle
a single flight of stairs
leads up,

there's a drug to share our thoughts
there's bodies sleeping on the floor

you I we me step around them
over them,

the windows are slits cut into the walls
light barely fights its way through

I look in the mirror
I see myself

I am surprised.

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