HIDING BEHIND THE LIBRARY STACKS

you really think you have me but i check out many shadows with mouths locked like bicycles. it's a lonely place. but there's no where left to go. wide-open interludes in the climaxing exasperation of a lifelong breathing spell; the captive of endless days, in the wrest & vie of nomadic fugue inwardly i sign my own release--this once-a-month reprieve of a game of peek-a-boo won, with what? in between rest-stops on this never-ending hegira of wrest & vie my self-consciousness lazily weaves in and out like a maniacal thread: a silken pulse of belated recognition, of vibrant mouthfeel, of the tantalizing feeling of immaculate satisfaction just before swallowing. you could never be mine because it would mean hurting you alive, disturbing your sleep, opening your eyes. nobody wants that. i would hate to be my own love interest. Published October 28th, 2021 on her Neutral Spaces blog.