you’re getting personal
my eyes are tired
and the light’s always on.
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a hog-tied looking wrinkled hag
has been staring through my window
each morning I wake up twice.
she reminds me of the hog-tied minded
child of divided fences
and sticks and bees
when I stared into her eye
through my shielded blanket.
don’t you know of phantom feelings?
and now that mottled
pale woman has thrashed right through
putting five people aloof
yet sitting on my chest.
you’re able bodied.
scare her away.