the white square burns
among the quiet of the seats
among the hum of machines
in the dim of exit signs
I said something—
words
never spoken or spilled
a finger moved
combing the air
for another one
in the chair next
Saturday, May 1, 2021
Exit signs
among the quiet of the seats
among the hum of machines
in the dim of exit signs
I said something—
words
never spoken or spilled
a finger moved
combing the air
for another one
in the chair next
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