dollars and sense

cented candles

you know what

i mean


your attention

is needed

at the

checkout counter


the aroma

at the antique store

it makes me



the sounds

of the machines

at the gym

i dissociate



walking down

the street




rips, tears

screeches to

a halt


this reality

this seeming

life of mine

it’s largely a lie


not all….there are

places i connect

and am truly

plugged all the way in


it’s challenging

i’ve been challenged

dared to remember

terrified to speak


i’m aging

i’m carrying

a past

i cannot remember


weighted down

buried deep

staying in

side stepping




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