Where am I? Somewhere in the middle?
I see the world head on, hear it side on.
Thoughts float up from nowhere, pop like bubbles.

Sometimes, for a short while, I’m no one
there’s only light and noise, some brief contact
with the surface tension of my skin—

but no thoughts, no internal dialectic
or monolithic monologue—then words
return as toddlerspeak or paralytic

curbside shouts, obvious yet absurd…
though none of them come spewing from my mouth
and yet they still feel “out there”, in the world,

our only path from within to without.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Apr 25, 2012 @ 00:33:32

    it’s like Rosy inhabits another universe, a parallel one, where the sights and sounds ours filter through…her thoughts are ephemeral.


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