penumbra

i.

she doesn’t like people, and yet

she likes the way they think,

sometimes, when those thoughts

run like a spool of gold thread

across the floor, and she can chase

after it in the hopes it might twist itself

into a rope with which she can

lasso humanity and bring it

down, down to her earth.

ii.

she doesn’t like people, and yet

she likes their simpleness, and how

a trip to the grocery store is an adventure

only because it involves stepping out the door.

iii.

she doesn’t like people, and yet

she loves the way they go on, how purpose

gets into the schoolgirl’s heart and the bad

boy’s soul easier than it snakes its way into

her own labyrinth, and she starts to see herself

treading water, watching a sinking ship,

both relieved and distraught she’s not on it,

separated but able to witness, as both are pulled

down into the depths – only hers more lonely,

with darker, more profound silences.

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