Holly Day

takes a second, eyes drop in drunken
concentration on shadows playing
in the corner
and up again, He's there
through white noise static

too many memories:
are you
hey, are you
yeah, you're all right

in another part of my body
a bad movie takes place
I don't connect your fingers
to a face

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The 2River View, 1_2 (Winter 1997)