your eyes confiscate
and I am dissuaded
in my mind, I
am escaping to flee
where there
is only truth
we do not
exist, yet we are pieces of a puzzle
I am and you
are
a cancer in our
cells
a crow to a window
a wasp to the windshield
as I imagine
and draw
the route back
to you
I am the wasp, trapped
beneath your
rocks glass
losing oxygen and
drowning in
the pool
© 7.12.13 heather brager
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