Tuesday Evening
1 min readMar 9, 2022

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I DANCE WITH (ZOMBIES) AND LOOK INTO THEIR (EYES).

I felt the hurt on both sides of my Upper Arms.

S-lit. Something invisible is sli-ding on them.

I felt the crack on both sides of my Forearms.

S p l i t. Something invisible is squeezing on them hardly that they b r e a k.

I walk along the beach. Turn my Shoulder

a bit Left_____

a bit Right_____

I found (zombies) so I look closely into their (eyes) and write on their (foreheads).

I give (them) a blanket and say ‘go away’.

I take a big round red circle, a pen, a knife, and a pink warm blanket with me.

I turn my Body

a bit Left_____

a bit Right_____

Something invincible is moving inside my Shoulder blades.

I hold on to a glass of too many refilled vanilla scented Champaign, a piece of fudged thick chocolate cake, and another piece of a fluffy whipped vanilla cream cake.

A piece of blackberry, and gooseberry_____

I let go.

And all of the (stars) are fading away.

I’ll _____Be_____on my way.

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Tuesday Evening

Poet Wannabe, Post-consumerist Practitioner, Sense Experimenter, & the Devil’s Advocate. Trying to merge all into my pieces here.