i.
a veil
descends
dark against the
yellow glow of the moon
the wind teases
places I can't find
people I don't know
a time
I don't belong in
ii.
I rebut him
at every play
I am the worst
ping pong
partner
i don't bounce
his words back
I keep them
and pretend
that I lost
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
