Idealization
My skin has been crawling, the past week it’s crawling
down stair cases, in elevators, while turning my key
in a lock, the throttle of looking down a corridor
where at the end stands months back, in a fury.
Have you ever climbed into the future and zipped
its dark fabric around you? Have you ever sat
at a red light wondering if you might witness
the hurry of one collide with the promptness
of another? I do. I wait for the light to change
so I may hear the glass and crumble resound.
GPOY
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