what is
this tip toe dance I’m doing
around a
purple room
without me
moving a limb?
this pursing
of lips and
imaginary
fingers catching their kiss
at the
other end
and this song?
I know this
song
the sounds climbing my frame
up and
down, up and down
from pianissimo
to forte to pianissimo
why sing it
now, in my dressing gown
smiling in
front of a mirror like a dumb man
staring at
his feet in a summer puddle
a child is blowing
soap bubbles through a straw
in my head
and while
my hat is still on
and no one can
see a thing
I’m going
to corner him
I’m going
to catch him
I’m going
to grab him by the hand and ask him:
what is
this? what is this?
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